The sun had dipped below the horizon by the time Linus and Willow arrived at a secluded cabin nestled deep in the neutral territory between the wolf and witch domains. The small wooden structure blended seamlessly with the surrounding forest, its weathered exterior a testament to years of withstanding the island's temperamental climate.
Linus killed the engine and turned to Willow, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination. "This place should keep us hidden until the tracking marks fade," he said, his voice low. "It's warded and off most maps. We should be safe here."
Willow nodded, her copper curls catching the last rays of twilight. "It's perfect," she murmured, her voice tinged with exhaustion. The events of the day had taken their toll, and the adrenaline that had cours
