Greta Lovelace
As I surveyed the room, my gaze fell upon my three companions; Sabine and Ezra—the LaFaye sisters—their midnight skin standing out in stark contrast against Anya's pale complexion. Despite their differences, they were still my Sisters. Hundreds of years of magic and witchcraft had bound us together, creating a bond thicker than blood.
Anya's rebellious nature was something that defined her. Her fiery spirit was true to her Salem roots. She constantly pushed back against our traditions, regulations, and expectations. It sometimes created disharmony within our coven, but I knew in my heart she was right. There was a darkness lurking in the shadows that we had to face head-on or risk getting swallowed up by it.
You owe her an apology, Greta, my thoughts supplanted. For thr
