Trinity of shadows

ion. They gathered at the edge of Whispering Woods, where the body of Elara-a young witch from Ayla's coven-had been found.

Her hand hovered over the scorched grass, her magic tingling in her fingertips. "This

age to who? Witches? Wolves? Everyone?" His tone carried frustration, but

ptively casual. "It's clear enough, isn't it?" he said, his voice smooth and dark. "Someone w

talk like you know more tha

replied, his smirk firmly in place. "This wasn't random.

e spend all day pointing fingers, we'll never find w

brow furrowed. "There's something... faint. The scent is masked, but it's

reful killer who knows how to e

lare. "Can you be

replied, his voice like velvet. "That's

followed close behind, her eyes scanning the trees for any magical disturbances. Darian, of course

wisted unnaturally, and even the air seemed to hum with unease. It was Ayla who fi

the markings. The runes pulsed faintly beneath her touch.

?" Ronan asked

t a witch. They've been tainted-by something darker." Ayla stepped

replaced by something colder. "Rituals mean purpo

an froze, his eyes narrowing.

res cloaked in black, their faces hidden, lunged at the group. Their m

to the ground. Ayla's hands ignited with violet flames as she sent a blast of energy at another, throwing them back against a tree.

as heavy as she stood over one of the cloaked figures. Pulling back the hood, she revealed a yo

r voice trembling. "These weren

l us," Ronan snarled, his claws retrac

he runes etched into their skin. "Whoever sent them isn't just ski

art pounding. "This is bigger than Elar

the uneasy alliance between them deepened. They had