Elizabeth POV
It was five in the morning when Daniel's urgent call broke the silence of my bedroom. His usually vibrant voice was now tinged with distress, clearly indicating that something grave had occurred.
"How is everything?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Well, it seems that the situation here is pretty bad," Daniel said, his voice filled with sadness. "Two of our witches were killed in the attack."
I felt shock and sorrow wash over me at his words. Two witches, members of our coven, gone just like that. It was a harsh reminder of the dangers we faced daily as supernatural beings living among humans.
I let out a heavy sigh, trying to process the news. "How did their families take this?" I asked quietly.
"Like how any family would," Daniel replied.
I could hear the
