Snapped

Lysandra’s POV

"You seem to be more skilled than expected."

The voice drifted through the thick, choking smoke. I stayed crouched behind the ruined oak war table, my boots sliding against the slick puddle of the guard's fresh remains. A witch. The realization slammed into my chest, overriding the relentless ringing in my ears. How did a magic user bypass the outer perimeter? The Lycans were guar