Jackson’s POV

The witch was late again. I’d been waiting in this damned pack for hours, pacing like a caged wolf.

When she finally showed herself, wrapped in that shroud of smoke and shadows, my patience snapped.

“Where is she?” I demanded, stepping forward. “You said Adina would be here by now. You promised me results.”

Her head tilted slightly, that infuriating smile curling across her lips. “You mortals are always so impatient,” she said, her voice smooth but cold. It ...