The coven house had been built at the lowest point between the two mountains. It stood several stories tall and had five towers which were even higher. Most of the building was made out of wood, and they had not used stone to create pavements. It was like a castle in the middle of nowhere, with a stream of water running right beside it. If my grandmother had been here, she would have thought we had found the garden of Eden.
We could look down on it, hidden behind the treeline of their most inaccessible place. Still, we crouched and made sure not to stay out in the open. The sun was slowly beginning to make its descent, painting the sky in purple and orange. It was so beautiful, one would almost forget how dangerous it was.
“Look!” Michael whisper yelled to me and pointed to something n
