EMILY
“Keep your tone down,” Aunt Lena warned, her eyes scanning the room, “yes, there's no werewolf in the restaurant, but you know it pays to act like they're always around so we don't slip.” Breathing into her hands, she added, “We all feel the same way too, but we know there's nothing we can do.”
Rachel settled down on a stool, her face now raised. “You are right. Though I understand that it's not possible, I still wish there was a way we could leave Darkwood and never return. Like, it's madness to accept that this is the only home for us witches. I just can't.”
As I heard Rachel say those words, I remembered asking Aunt Lena years ago why the witches couldn't just leave Darkwood and free themselves from the shackles of tyranny imposed on them for a very long time. It was around th
