Liana darted through the narrow alleys, her paws barely touching the ground as she weaved between shadows and dodged debris. The sounds of battle—clashing metal, growls, and distant screams—echoed around her, but she kept her focus on her path. She needed to get to District Four. To the center of the city. And she had to get there fast.
As she sped past a perfume store, something caught her eye—a man sprawled on the ground near a shattered display, shards of glass scattered around him. His neatly tailored suit was stained with blood and dust, his face pale and peaceful, as if in an unnaturally deep sleep. Liana skidded to a stop, her instincts flaring.
The coven’s sleep spell should have kept every human in Aspen out of harm’s way, casting a veil of oblivion over the entire city, a spell
