NEXT DAY
XAVIER'S POINT OF VIEW:
I was walking inside my work room while trying to clear my mind. The weight of the past few days was pressing down on me, and it felt like I couldn't escape the thoughts about the Witch who was returning, I could feel it in my bones, and everything seemed to fall apart all at once. The bond between me and Wanessa, the unspoken truth about her being marked as my mate, the unknown dangers we were about to face it was all coming to a head. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I barely heard the footsteps at first. But then I heard her voice, frantic and full of panic.
"Xavier!"I heard a woman's voice. It was Wren.
She was running toward me, her face pale, her eyes wide with fear.
"What's wrong?" I asked immediately, my voice low but urgent. Had something happened to Wanessa? Had the Witch made a move already?