JAYDEN

Catriona’s hand tightened on mine, her voice low but steady despite the tremor beneath it.

“Jayden… What's going on? Where is she? Where’s the witch?”

I exhaled hard, staring at the shimmer. “She’s here. That barrier—it’s hiding her house. She doesn’t want us in, doesn’t want to be found. But she’s watching. Trust me, she knows we’re standing here.”

Before Catriona could answer, the shimmer rippled. A surge of cold energy spread across the clearing, sharp as ice against my skin. Then she appeared—Selena Jones, draped in black, eyes like dark fire, her presence swallowing the air.

Her voice carried like a blade.

“I told you wolves. I promised...