* * * Hayden’s POV * * *
Lucy and her fellow witches make a strange liquid with herbs in air-sealed bags; they light candles and draw a peculiar star on the floor. I feel strange as the liquid settles in my stomach. Once the witches begin the chant, I feel I am spiralling.
I find myself in a medieval-looking castle with sconces on the walls. I look at my hands which are not my own. My body is moving without my control. I see this vision through someone else’s eyes. I have access to their thoughts and memories.
“Order. Order. I will have order. Each of us will have a say and view our thoughts and opinions. We must hear each other out. What is the point of a High Council meeting with all the Alphas present if we cannot come together? Our people need us. And they need us now”, council
