CHAPTER 89 THE BATTLE BETWEEN WEREWOLVES AND WITCHES

Minerva The air was thick with the scent of blood and the tension of uncertainty—the gruesome sight of the mutilated bodies we discovered earlier haunted my every step and every breath. Dominic walked ahead of me, his usual swagger replaced by a cautious demeanour. We hadn't yet figured out what to do about the bodies, how to deal with the stone we had just discovered, or if it was the source of the witch's power. The chamber seemed to close in on us, the caves whispering secrets we couldn't decipher. "We need a plan," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Dominic didn't turn around. "I know. But without more information, we're flying blind." I clenched my fists, my phone in my pocket, thinking if I should call Meredith again. My thoughts were chaos, trying to piece together a strategy that didn't end with us joining the bodies we found. Just as I was about to suggest we rest and regroup, we heard a loud shriek followed by a series of laughter that reverberated throughout the