An eerie silence cloaked the coven as Eliza recounted her recent observations to her fellow witches. Candlelight flickered across the walls of the dim room where they met. Amara, the coven leader, listened intently while Rowan, Sloan, Lyra, and Aurora exchanged concerned glances. They knew that when Eliza sought their help, it must be a matter of utmost importance.
“This morning after breakfast, I felt a dark aura around Thomas,” Eliza’s voice wavered, each word escaping like a leaf trembling in a storm, betraying her inner turmoil. “Something is amiss, and I fear Cassidy might be behind it. I watched them from afar, and I swear I saw her put something in his coffee. The surrounding aura reacted as he drank it.”
Amara’s gaze sharpened, a slight crease forming between her brows as if she
