Nicole's heart pounded in her chest as the chaos unfolded. She could hear the snarls and growls of the werewolves; the chants and incantations of the witches blending into a cacophony of danger.

She had trained for this, but she could feel how their bodies tense with anticipation as whispers of dark magic and the rustling of leaves filled the air.

The witches and rogue werewolves, united under a common malevolence, advanced with calculated steps, their eyes gleaming with a ...