The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the woods as Hannah led the council to the witches' hidden lair. The air was thick with anticipation and the faint scent of herbs mixed with something more foreboding—secrets lingered in the shadows.
As they approached the clearing, the flickering of candles illuminated the faces of the three witches, their expressions unreadable. The leader, an old woman with silver hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders, stepped forward. “You return to us,” she intoned, her voice a melodic whisper that seemed to echo through the night. “What brings you back to our sanctuary?”
Travis stepped forward, his posture rigid. “We require your expertise once more. It’s imperative for the pack that we maintain the illusion of Kenneth’s presenc
