Chapter 111 Facing The Warlock

• Isla’s POV
• As I stood on the threshold of the warlock's chamber, a chill wind swept through my hair, carrying with it murmurs of whispered incantations. I braced myself, the glow of the amethyst crystal in my hand growing stronger. The power surged within me, a fusion of the wolf's instinctual prowess and the ancient craft of a witch.
• Locking eyes with the warlock, I could see the satisfaction in his twisted sneer. "So, Miss Isla, you've come to meet your end, my dear hybrid witch," he taunted.