DAMIEN.

Lucas and I both exchange a startled glance at her swearing, not knowing what to make of it.

“What? What is wrong?” I demand.

“What is wrong?!” she exclaims again. “Can't you feel it?”

“Feel what?”

“The power in here! It is like a battleground!”

“A battl-, what in all of Hades are you talking about?” I snap.

“Fredja,” Lucas starts. “I can call you Fredja, right?” At her nod, he continues. “What my Alpha means is that you should please explain what you see or feel. You see, we have no experience with the world of witches, all these are pretty new to us.”

“Hmm, of course,” she...