Alpha Terry's POV:
As I walked through the camp, I spotted a familiar face among the witches. Hilda, a powerful sorceress who had once been one of the harbinger's most trusted allies. She had become disillusioned with the witches' plans and had been looking for a way out. This itself was a secret, I had somehow managed to find out.
By pure coincidence on one of the nights, the air was calm, with only the occasional rustling of leaves to break the silence. I was on patrol, my senses heightened for any sign of danger.
As I neared the edge of the witches' camp, a soft sound caught my attention, a sound I hadn't heard in what felt like an eternity. It was the sound of someone crying.
Intrigued and cautious, I followed the sound, my steps silent as I moved through the underbrush. As I appro
