Back in her office, Sareena sat at her desk, her mind racing. The conversation with Hayden had left her unsettled. “What could this mean?” she thought, her fingers drumming nervously on the desk. “Humans don’t just turn into werewolves on their own. Is the history we’ve been taught wrong? Or is there something else at play here?”
She needed answers, and there was only one person who might have them: Khelda, the witch mother of the Blackwood coven and the only one who knew about Sareena’s magic side.
Grabbing her jacket, Sareena left her office and headed for the parking lot, her thoughts still swirling. The elevator ride down to the basement was eerily quiet, the hum of machinery the only sound. As she stepped into the dimly lit parking lot, she felt a strange presence—a prickling at t
