The room fell into a heavy silence. The fire in the far corner crackled.
The witch was still on her knees, her voice barely above a whisper. "She shattered my spells like it was nothing… If she learns how to control that power…"
"She will not," Seraphina cut in sharply before the witch could finish.
Gwen stood from her chair, her gaze shifting toward the dark edges of the room. "We need to alert the others. If she is truly fae, and if she is traveling with the Lycan King, then we are running out of time."
"But don't you think it is weird? We all know how much the Lycan King hates the witches and the Fae. Why would he travel with one?" Seraphina folded her arms across her chest.
"Strange or not, we can't wait. If they've joined forces again, we attack before midnight… the last time they did they wiped out more than half the population of witches," Seraphina added coldly.
