Noah POV
I had just finished my homework and felt a thirst creeping in, so I decided to go downstairs for a glass of water.
Exiting my room, I noticed my grandmother and grandfather talking downstairs in quiet, hushed tones.
Their conversations don't pique my interest, but tonight was different. There was an urgency, a tension in their voices that drew me closer. As I descended the stairs, one word stopped me cold: "Hunters."
"What are they talking about?" I thought to myself, a knot of unease was forming in my stomach. I decided to walk down slowly, careful not to disturb them but eager to hear more.
"The hunters are dangerously close to uncovering the identities of the witches living beyond the coven," Grandfather's voice quivered with concern, a rare crack in his usually steady
