Tension thickened the air in Eliza’s cabin, almost suffocating. Seraphine had joined them.
“Sisters,” she spoke softly, “your description of the enchantment on Thomas reminds me of
New Orleans’ voodoo magic.”
Amara nodded. “You could be right, Seraphine. The French Quarter’s mambos are powerful, but we can match their magic to free Thomas.”
Eliza said, “I have some rare herbs from my black magic days. They’re hard to find but will strengthen the ritual.”
“Timing is crucial. The enchantment on Thomas could weaken at the full moon,” Rowan said.
“But what about the risks? If we fail, the consequences could be dire. Thomas might be lost forever, trapped between man and wolf.” Aurora added.
“We can’t let fear paralyze us. Thomas needs us, and we won’t abandon him.” Eliza said, almost cho
