Isolde's POV
The smell of smoke and blood hung in the air as I walked across the battlefield. Bodies lay everywhere. Some wolf, some vampire, some human. Death didn't care what you were.
I pulled my black coat tighter around me. Not because I was cold—witches like me don't feel cold. I just didn't want them to see me shaking.
They had good reason to kill me on sight. After all, I had helped the Queen. I had betrayed them all.
I spotted them near the burning forest—Sienna with her ruby-red hair, the Alpha Kieran standing protectively beside her, and two others I hadn't expected: Zeke, who looked different somehow, and Ronan, whose silver eyes glowed in the darkness.
Ronan saw me first. In a flash, he stood before me, a knife at my throat.
"Give me one reason not to end you right now, witch," he growled.
I swallowed hard against the blade. "Because I know where the Third Trial will take place. And what it really means."
