TYRA'S POV (THE WITCH)
Deep in the heart of the forest, while the vampires and some humans reveled in the Grand Hallow, the witches gathered for their own sinister ritual.
A circle of hooded figures stood around a roaring fire, their tattered black cloaks billowing with the eerie wind. Their faces—twisted and grotesque—were hidden beneath layers of dark veils, but the faint glow of the fire reflected their hollow eyes and decayed skin. Piles of human bones lay scattered around them, their stench mixing with the thick metallic scent of blood that saturated the air.
A rhythmic chant echoed through the night, voices blending into a spine-chilling symphony. The fire in the center flickered violently before shifting from bright orange to an unnatural shade of green. The bones on the ground t
