Eliza and Amara went through the forest, looking for any signs of danger. The tension between witches and werewolves hung heavily, adding to their apprehension. The night was dark, and the only sound was the leaves rustling under their feet.
As they approached the cabin, Eliza’s unease grew stronger. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that they were being watched and that danger lurked in the shadows.
Once inside, Rowan wasted no time preparing a pot of tea. The soothing aroma filled the small space, comforting the nervous witches. Amara couldn’t help but feel a sense of worry as they sat around the table.
“The Moondance pack is on edge, and they have every reason to be. We’re outsiders here and dealing with a delicate situation.”
Eliza looked thoughtful. “But we have something to offe
