CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Rowe didn’t give two shits about Nora, but Julian was frantic to find her. Rowe’s wolf surged inside of him, demanding he sprint into the forest and find Vi before anything could happen to her.
Anything worse.
He was kidding himself if he thought Rosalie, b***h witch supreme, hadn’t laid a finger on his mate already.
He was going to end the woman and smile while she bled.
“Wait,” Gibson said before they could back away from the recreation building. “Do you have any idea what was done to the witches? Poison? Magic?”
Julian vibrated with pent up energy and glared at Gibson. “How should I know? There’s a ward around the whole building and it’s blocking my magic from entering. Do you think I didn’t try to figure it out?”
“Watch your tone,” Hunter warned.
Julian lev
