Remo's POV
The forest was silent. We decided to come together because we knew the witches knows what direction they want to come in.
It was too silent.
I moved through the underbrush, senses heightened, every nerve on edge. Maddox flanked me on the left, his movements precise and silent. Christian was on my right, a smirk playing on his lips despite the tension in the air.
We had been tracking the witches for days, following the trail of corrupted magic and twisted symbols they left in their wake. Each step brought us closer to the heart of their territory—and deeper into their trap.
"They want us to find them," Christian muttered, eyes scanning the trees.
"That's what worries me," I replied.
Maddox raised a hand, signaling a halt. He knelt, examining a series of runes carved into
