[Music Recommendation: Facing Fears by Ivan Torrent]
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As they approached Rosewood, a thick fog covered the landscape, the air seemed to grow heavier with the scent of magic, thick and foreboding. Fang's wolves marched forward, their steps silent, yet their presence undeniable. Akashi led from the back, keeping Rosalia tied and in check. Her eyes were wide, darting around as they neared the massive black stone house—the witches' den. The structure loomed like a fortress, foreboding and cold.
No wolf had ever crossed the bridge. It was said there was a different land altogether, a different species of werewolves that were better and used to stay here. Now it was the land of the witches.
Leaving the parameters would mean execution for each one of them, but Fang couldn't care less. The queen was incapable of anything now.