The air in the room shifted before she even stepped across the threshold.
It was the kind of change that couldn't be explained by a breeze or a sudden draft , it was heavier, denser, as though the walls themselves remembered her presence and recoiled. The fire in the hearth cracked, a faint hiss in the silence, and shadows stretched unnaturally long across the floor.
The witch had arrived.
Adrian's entire body tensed at once, his stance turning sharp, protective. He didn't move closer to me ,he didn't need to. His presence was already a shield, his aura flaring like an unseen storm pressing against my skin. Caleb, though, reacted differently. He growled low in his throat, a wolf just barely restrained, his eyes glinting gold in the dimness.
