Isla’s POV

As I stood on the threshold of the warlock's chamber, a chill wind swept through my hair, carrying with it murmurs of whispered incantations. I braced myself, the glow of the amethyst crystal in my hand growing stronger. The power surged within me, a fusion of the wolf's instinctual prowess and the ancient craft of a witch.

Locking eyes with the warlock, I could see the satisfaction in his twisted sneer. "So, Miss Isla, you've come to meet your end, my dear hybrid witch," he taunted.

Unfazed, I declared firmly, "I have come for answers and justice." Despite the storm swirling around us, my voice remained steady and...