Venator Demise

The forest is alive, ancient, and unforgiving.

Mirel is one of the last witches of her village, hunted for the power etched into her skin. When the witch hunters come, she barely escapes, fleeing into the frozen wilderness where shadows bite and the cold thirsts for blood.

A hunter follows her. Relentless. Precise. Unknown.

Enemies by law, survivors by necessity, their fates are bound by the forest, by magic, and by secrets that neither can ignore. In a world that punishes power and hunts the innocent, can trust-and something more-grow between them... before the winter claims them both?