Hannah moved swiftly through the dense forest, the familiar path beneath her feet as she made her way toward the witches' enclave. Her heart was racing, not with fear, but with excitement. Everything was going better than she had ever planned. Kenneth was gone, and with him out of the way, Jeffrey was left vulnerable, a wound that she intended to exploit.
She had been planning this for years, ever since she had been exiled from the pack. Being cast out had only fueled her hatred, her desire to return, and most of all, to take what should have been hers—her rightful place at Jeffrey’s side. His Luna. A human had no business being in that position. Kenneth had been weak, fragile, and now, he was dead, proof that he had never belonged there in the first place. But Hannah—she was strong, and
