OVERVIEW POV
The night was unnaturally quiet—too quiet.
As if the forest itself sensed a wrongness creeping through its roots. The moon hung high, an eerie white globe placed onto a blackened sky. And deep in the forest, where their beaten path led to a clearing designated for their work, candles burned in blue flames, and herbs dried in thick bunches from wooden rafters. A sudden gush of wind rippled through the wards.
High Priestess LuLu froze mid-chant, her arms frozen overhead. Her eyes snapped open, and she witnessed the bowl of moon-charged water before her surge violently, sloshing over the clean slate of stone used as a tabletop, alerting her to imminent danger.
Bethany, Mel and Lori all gasped.
“Mum?” Lori whispered to Mel nervously, but Mel couldn’t shake her frozen gaze on
