Chapter 4. To See Is to Be Envy

The darkness of the night was thick here. Thicker than it was supposed to be.

Ansel Vaughn tried harder to focus on a specific feature of their faces. Yet it became a blur of color even when they were solid when he viewed them from the side of his vision.

He crawled nearer, but when he turned to face them, he was met with shadows and swirling colors.

It was magic—a different one. Some kind of magic that is not from Westfall just by the sharp, heavy scent of it.

‘Are we being attacked?’ Ansel immediately mind-linked Giro, only to find no Beta Giro answering back.

He would have been furious, would have considered charging to the strange scent of magic if it wasn’t for the face of Alpha Alain. Blood streamed down from his stomach. The stranger with swirling colors, some sort of foreign magic so that Alphas won’t recognize him, ran away and into the direction of Sasha’s old barn. Sasha—

Had the drums not echoing through his bones and that wild voice b