Tyler's POV
The room, bathed in the dim glow of flickering candles, felt like a haven for secrets and whispered tales. Elias's revelation hung in the air, a dark shroud that draped over the makeshift command center within the packhouse.
"So, spill the details," I urged, leaning against a table as I locked eyes with Elias. "What kind of favor did you owe Seraphina, and why does it sound like a plot straight out of a horror movie?"
Elias, his expression a mixture of weariness and a tinge of remorse, began to recount the sinister transaction with Seraphina. His story unfolded like a chilling narrative, painting vivid images of dark rituals and a debt settled in the currency of innocent blood.
"There was a coven of witches," Elias began, his voice carrying the weight of the past. "Seraphin
