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Lola’s POV

Author: Winnie
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The journey back to the packhouse was tense. The forest seemed more alive than before, every shadow a potential threat. Zara’s unconscious form lay draped across Mike’s shoulders, her fragile frame a stark contrast to his unyielding determination. Jessica walked beside me, her hands still clenched around her daggers, while the rest of the warriors kept a tight formation around us.

We said little during the trek. The attack had drained us, and Zara’s cryptic warning lingered in my thoughts. If the witches no longer needed the relic, what were they after now? And how could we possibly stop them?

The packhouse loomed into view just as the first rays of dawn pierced the sky. Exhausted but alert, we crossed the threshold, the familiar scent of wood and stone offering little comfort. Marcus was waiting, his sharp gaze softening as he assessed our state.

“Report,” he said briskly.

“Zara’s alive,” Mike replied, setting her down gently on a cot in the corner. “But she’s unconscious. And we’ve
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