Chapter 50: The Witches Gambit

The Hunters' Lair was alive with movement. Warriors sharpened their blades, reinforced their armor, and prepared for the battle ahead. There was an undeniable tension in the air—a storm was coming.

Liam stood at the center of it all, watching as their forces made their final preparations. His golden eyes scanned the room, but his mind was elsewhere.

The voice.

"I love you, I love you, I love you."

He clenched his jaw. He hadn't heard it again since last night, but he knew it wasn't gone. It was waiting.

He exhaled sharply. Not now. Focus.

Elena approached him, her gaze unreadable. "You're quiet."

Liam scoffed. "You say that like it's unusual."

Elena tilted her head slightly. "It is."

For a moment, he considered telling her. About the voice. About everything.

But he didn't.

Instead, he changed the subject. "How's the scouting going?"