Chapter 68 Trembling

• The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery light over the dark forest as Sandro made his way toward the witches' coven.
• "Alpha Sandro," Vendetta greeted, her voice a low, sultry purr that carried both charm and threat. "You return to us sooner than expected. To what do we owe the pleasure?"
• Sandro inclined his head slightly, a gesture of respect that was rare for him. "Vendetta," he responded, his tone measured. "There is much we need to discuss. Our alliance is crucial, and the time has come to solidify our plans."