Don't get yourself killed

WINTER'S POV

"The Vordrak Lycan, or aren't they the hunters that were spoken about by the Bwegbonyu, or whatever they're called, hunters mentioned?"

Nodding, I said. "They are. They're the purest Lycans, and communicating through letters and possessing it is one of the things they do best."

"And now the people at the party are possessed?" Rafael tilted his brows.

"Possibly," I mumbled. "I sensed power flowing out of the letter and out of the room." Waving the paper with me, I shook my head. Despite the content written on it, it felt empty, almost like I was holding an ordinary paper rather than something that was once coated with black magic.

"Then how do we know since you're not so sure?" He asked.

"The only way to know for sure is to have a peek at what's going on in the party." I stepped towards the door, and Rafael clutched my hand, halting me.

"Won't that be dangerous?" He questioned.

For a few seconds, I saw concern in his eyes until it vanished, and he let his hand fall from mi