The Forbidden Glade's Witch

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

The laughter snaked through the shadows, a sinister caress against my skin. "Ah, the mighty Luna Queen has come to play in my garden," crooned a voice as ancient as the darkness itself. There was a rustle, a shift in the air, and then she stood before us, the witch of the Forbidden Glade.

"Your trespass here will cost you dearly," she hissed, her eyes glowing with a malevolent light. "The Black Faes do not take kindly to interlopers, and your little investigation" — her lips twisted into a cruel smile — "it has already sealed your fate."

I felt the anger boil within me, not just for Paul but for every soul that had ever suffered under these vile creatures' hands. "You speak of fate as if it's something you can weave and cut at your whim," I countered fiercely. "But you forget, witch, that we are not mere threads to be toyed with. And you will answer for what you've done to Paul Biansky."