{"There's no wrong time to make the right decision." }
The storm had swallowed the world whole. Rain lashed at my skin like tiny needles, and the blizzard howled through the trees, turning everything into a chaotic swirl of white and gray. Paradise Coven lay beyond the iron gates, its towering walls barely visible through the downpour. But what caught my attention wasn't the storm; it was the guards. Twice as many as before, their armor slick with rain, hands gripping spears and swords, eyes scanning the darkness like hungry wolves. They weren't just keeping people out. They were hunting.
Tor exhaled sharply beside me, his breath vanishing in the cold air. "This isn't normal."
Rou, hood drawn tight over her face, studied the guards with a frown. "They're looking for someone."
I nodded, feeling a prickle of unease crawl up my spine. "I bet that they are looking for Rou."
