Alpha Kingsley’s POV
The wind shifted the moment I crossed into the northern perimeter.
Cold.
Dark.
Wrong.
Even the forest felt uneasy.
The warriors were already positioned along the treeline when I arrived. No one spoke. They didn’t need to. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on.
Andrew stepped forward. “It started an hour ago. One of the patrol guards sensed strange energy. It spiked, then faded. But it’s still lingering.”
I crouched, pressing my palm against the ground.
And I felt it.
Dark magic didn’t feel like ordinary power. It wasn’t wild like rogue energy. It wasn’t natural like a normal witch’s craft.
It was corrupted.
Rotten.
It pulsed faintly beneath the soil, like something had been buried there… or summoned.
I also sensed another faint energy — subt
