Amelia's heart pounded in her chest. Orin’s words echoed in her mind: “…they're not just hunting you. They're hunting something far worse.”
She turned and looked back, her eyes widened at the sight of the witches on their tail, their forms swathed in dark, fluttering robes as they glided silently through the trees.
Their eyes glowed in the dark, fixed on her, yet in the grim determination of their movements lay a quest for far more than her power. There was something much greater and worse that they wanted.
"What do you mean, 'something far worse'?" Amelia wanted to know as they pushed deeper into the woods, her voice shaking.
Orin didn't turn around, but his keen eyes remained on their surroundings. "There's an ancient force connected with the blood moon," he said in a low tone. "The
