The Moondance Pack clearing was alive with the silvery glow of the full moon. Tall trees stood sentinel around the open space, their leaves whispering secrets to the night breeze. In the center, a large bonfire crackled and popped, sending flickering shadows dancing across the faces of the gathered witches.
Eliza stood at the forefront, her jaw set and her eyes narrowing with an intensity that matched the crackling flames. Beside her, Melody shifted from foot to foot, her fingers incessantly twisting and tugging at the hem of her shirt as if it were a lifeline. The air buzzed with unspoken words, each breath a struggle against the tangible tension that crackled like static between the gathered women.
“Are you ready, Melody?” Eliza asked, her voice a steady anchor in the swirling currents
