“We can’t risk another attack like that,” Melanie bit out angrily as she sat at a long conference table with her council members sitting on either side.
The council consisted of 3 warlocks and 3 witches who advised her on important matters. Melanie had spent the better part of the last two weeks taking control of her coven's administration and surrounding herself with people she respected and trusted. Sarea, her mentor, had been appointed as her personal advisor completely separate from the coven council. Her council was filled with individuals well-seasoned in their craft. Some were older with greying hair pushing 70 while some were closer to Melanie’s age. It was better to have the perspective of varying generations to effectively make wise decisions, Melanie had decided.
“Because S
