Chapter 74: The Witch’s Lair

Lucien POV

The mountains did not welcome us.

They never had.

Cold bit through armor and fur alike as we crossed into the upper ridges, where stone jutted like broken blades and the wind carried an old, bitter stench—blood, rot, and something fouler beneath it. Dark magic. The kind that did not belong to wolves, nor to the Moon Goddess.

Rheon pressed against my mind, restless, his hackles raised.

This land remembers violence, he warned. And it welcomes ...