A hush fell over the crowd as I suddenly rose to my feet, the iris-shaped mark on my forehead pulsing with energy.

A sharp gasp broke the silence.

“Witch! A new witch!”

Before the shock could spread, a chorus of howls echoed from the surrounding mountains—Rogues!

Gabriel and I *locked eyes for a split second before we took off, moving in perfect synchrony.

With swift, powerful strides, we launched ourselves up the hillside, our figures cutting through the moonlight.

The purple fire* in my palm blazed to life, crackling with power as I chanted a spell. The magic struck the Rogues without mercy.

One by one, they fell.

The Pack,...