Sareena stood in the center of the coven’s sacred circle, surrounded by the flickering glow of enchanted candles. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and ancient power as she practiced weaving spells under the careful eye of her teacher, Khelda.
She had always been a fast learner—stronger than most witches due to her werewolf blood. Today, she was practicing barrier wards, strengthening them with her natural resilience.
But as she traced the runes mid-air, a question burned in her mind.
She hesitated before finally speaking. “Khelda… have you ever known a werewolf to be mated to a human?”
Khelda, who had been mid-chant, stopped abruptly.
The older witch’s gaze snapped to Sareena, her normally calm eyes narrowing. “Why do you ask?”
Sareena knew that hesitation was dangerous. She
