The morning air was crisp as Elena walked into the conservatory. The glass walls offered a panoramic view of the Northern forest, which looked deceptively peaceful under the pale light. Hecate was already there, meticulously arranging three stone bowls on a low wooden table. Each bowl contained a different colored liquid—one clear, one dark as oil, and one shimmering like liquid silver.
"You’re early," Hecate noted without looking up. "The boys are still in the war room, arguing over the perimeter security."
Elena pulled a chair out and sat down. "I couldn't sleep. The house kept making this low thrumming sound. It felt like it was vibrating in my teeth."
Hecate finally looked at her, a small, knowing smile on her face. "The house knows the Blood Moon is coming. It’s adjusting its wards
