(Archer POV)
I opened my eyes and looked around. There was no light in the room which made it hard for me to see anything clearly but the smell of herbs and potions was enough to tell me that I am in the coven of a witch. Werewolves and witches have never been friends and we have a rich history that is filled with blood-shed and pain. I tried to get up but winced when I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head.
“Sh*t! Where am I? And, where is Lucian?” I squinted my eyes to look around but couldn’t find him. I tried to mind link with him but my wolf was also silent, but luckily, I could feel his presence otherwise, I would have thought that he left me alone.
“Arrgghhh! I have to leave this place as soon as possible,” I mumbled under my breath before looking around. I was present on a
