Amara POV
After Grandfather returned, things at home began to feel almost normal again. The air was lighter, and laughter echoed through the halls. But his stern warning to stay vigilant lingered in my mind like a dark cloud.
The recent deaths of the witches from our coven cast a shadow over us, making everyone uneasy.
As someone still new to the world of witches, I found it hard to understand why their deaths caused such an intense reaction. The uncertainty gnawed at me.
At college, life seemed to continue as usual. Classes were filled with lectures on magic, and students busied themselves with learning and practicing. Despite the normalcy on the surface, I could sense the underlying tension.
One day in our Spells and Incantations class, Master Alaric, our instructor, stood at the
