Isa's POV
My fingers shook as I dropped three blood-red berries into the bubbling cauldron. The mixture hissed and turned from dirty brown to deep purple. Perfect.
"That's the seventh batch tonight," I muttered, wiping sweat from my face.
All around me, the safe house buzzed with activity. Frightened pack members huddled together while fighters prepared for battle. The departure had brought chaos, exactly as the Midnight Queen planned.
I poured the protection potion into small leather pouches, adding a mumbled spell to each one. Protection magic, yesbut with a secret tracking spell woven through it like invisible thread.
The Midnight Syndicate had trained me well.
"Isa, are those ready?" Elena burst through the cabin door, her face dirty and hair wild from the tunnel escape. "We need them now."
My heart skipped at the sight of her. This wasn't meant to happen. Black Moon witches didn't form attachments. Especially not to monsters.
