The atmosphere in Leticia’s room was heavy with tension as Marisol, Nicole, and Leticia sat in a circle, each lost in their own thoughts. The recent attack by Dark Moon had shaken Leticia up and even briefly had her questioning her alliance with the werewolves.

She’d barely survived that day; Nicole had been so angry that she’d almost snapped her neck in half and there was nothing she could do about it. Her powers were nothing compared to the witch bane’s.

It’d been so surreal, the ...