**Winter's POV**
The witch led me through a labyrinth of twisted vines and shadowy pathways. Everything about this world felt foreign yet strangely familiar as if I had wandered into a dream inspired by Lily's stories. The air buzzed with palpable energy, making my wolf feel restless beneath my skin.
"What's your name?" I asked, trying to make conversation as we walked.
She glanced over her shoulder, her green eyes wary. "Sariah," she replied curtly, then focused ahead once more.
We finally reached the mouth of an ancient cave, its entrance shrouded by thick, dangling moss. I swallowed hard, my heartbeat quickening. Sariah paused, giving me a pointed look. "This is the Coven of the Crescent Moon. They're not fond of outsiders, especially not werewolves."
I clenched my fists, my nails
