The Witch’s Gambit**
**1. The Safehouse**
The cabin in the woods was supposed to be untraceable.
Weiss had assured us—warded by the pack’s oldest magic, hidden beneath layers of illusion. But as the first howl pierced the night, my blue flames ignited on instinct, casting jagged shadows across Mikey’s terrified face.
*They found us.*
Damian was at the window in an instant, his claws shredding the curtain as he peered into the darkness. “Not wolves,” he growled. “Hunters.”
My stomach dropped. *Witch hunters.* The Coven’s enforcers—mortals armed with spellsilver blades and enough borrowed magic to make them deadly.
Glass shattered upstairs.
“Mom—” Mikey grabbed my arm, his fingers sparking with unstable energy. The air around us thickened, charged like the moment befo
