Chapter 175

The kind that crawled along the spine and settled deep in the bones.

“They’re old,” she said quietly as she and Caleb descended from the watchtower, snow crunching beneath their boots. “Older than the witch Summer hired. Older than the curse everyone blamed me for.”

Caleb didn’t slow. “Do they mean harm?”

“Yes,” she answered honestly. “But not to this pack.”

That made him stop.

She met his eyes. “To the truth.”

The witches did not cross the ...