The clearing was chaos warriors clashing with rogue wolves, the bunker shield pulsing with each attempted strike, Evan in full Alpha fury at the front line.

But then Jadon felt it. A different kind of magic Older. Wrong.

Her breath hitched. “Christa dark witches. Three of them. Coming from the ridge.”

Jadon nodded, chest tightening. “Their magic is… dark. But I can feel it.”

Christa’s expression hardened. “Then we stop them before they get close.” A ripple of dark magic rolling ...