COATE STONE CIRCLE, APRIL 30th, 1872
There is a deadly silence lingering in the air for a few long moments. A silence that breaks the moment another woman enters the enchanted circle out of nowhere. But she isn’t alone. She is dragging an animal behind her. The poor thing is wriggling and fighting back, trying to escape its horrible fate.
As I realize the woman is heading towards me, my heartbeat quickens even more, my hands shivering on my back. The closer she gets, the more I wish this would just be over with. I can’t watch what the coven is going to do with this poor animal.
It is squealing and growling, but I don’t know what it is until the witch drags it to my side, letting it fall to the ground with a silent thud. My lower lip trembles at the desperate gaze the animal
