"Excuse me, and who exactly are you?" Kieran's voice cuts through the thick air like a blade, deep and commanding, carrying the unmistakable authority of an Alpha.
The teasing and laughter from earlier are long gone_ what stands here now is a leader, unwavering and fierce.
His golden eyes gleam under the moonlight, sharp as daggers as he stares at the intruders.
The leader of the witches steps forward, their dark robes shifting like liquid shadow.
Their face remains eerily calm, but their voice holds the weight of fury restrained. "We are the Noctis Coven, the keepers of balance, the wielders of the arcane. We are here for justice!" Their words echo through the courtyard, ringing with power and conviction.
Their gaze lands on Ace, eyes narrowing with barely veiled contempt. "He killed our kind! Not one, not two, but three!" The leader's voice rises, raw with accusation.