***Alice POV***
The air was thick with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant laughter of couples celebrating their love. The Dreamwalker Coven had taken over the quaint cottage at the edge of the enchanted forest, a perfect getaway for Alice and Waylon while Frances and Frederick embarked on their honeymoon. The tranquility was deceptive, concealing both urgency and secrets bound to reveal themselves under the weight of prophecy.
I leaned against the wooden railing of the porch, my eyes fixed on the horizon, where the sun dipped below the trees, painting the sky in hues of crimson and purple. Waylon joined me, his presence a comforting weight beside me. It was a precious moment—a brief respite from the tumultuous challenges we had faced recently—and I appreciated it more th
