Sybil

Brody POV

The witches had been experimenting with forbidden magic. There were cages filled with fox-shifter hybrids—creatures twisted by spells, their eyes glowing unnaturally, their bodies both fox and monstrous.

Ryker’s voice was a low growl. “They’re creating soldiers. These hybrids are meant to fight for them.”

I sniffed the air, my sharp senses on high alert. “Harper’s scent is here,” I said.