Sage sat quietly in the corner of her small, cramped room in the basement of the abandoned warehouse, waiting for the inevitable. The Witchsbane was slowly killing her, and she had been feeling weaker with each passing day. She had tried to send a signal to Rosella to warn her of the imminent danger, but her powers were too weak, and she was scared she wouldn't be able to save the rest of the pack.

She closed her eyes and tried to focus on her powers, trying to will them to come to life again. But the Witchsbane was working hard to weaken her, and it seemed like her powers...