Into the Snare

The volatile hum in the air shifted into a suffocating crush. Sybil glided closer to Valera and Magnus, her white robes barely disturbing the dirt.

"When I give the word," she murmured, her tone devoid of panic but laced with iron, "you both need to run."

Magnus’s guard instantly flared. "Run?"

"We are nearing the Rogue Kingdom’s boundary," Sybil pressed, locking her pale gaze onto the Alpha. "