The city of Harlow lay under a thick blanket of clouds, the streets empty and quiet as though holding its breath. The people knew something was coming, an unspoken dread hanging over the once-thriving city. And at the heart of it all, William stood like a phantom, his influence spreading like poison through every corner of the city.
Stella and Bryan had barely returned from the mountains when the news hit them—William's rampage had escalated. He was no longer just hunting witches. The creature he had become craved more than just blood. It craved power, and the people in positions of authority were now his primary targets.
"We're running out of time," Bryan said, pacing the floor of their temporary hideout. "William's not going to stop until he's destroyed everything."
