Selene's breathing had grown shallow. Her skin turned pale, and her body trembled under the sheets. The tiny crescent tattoo beneath her left eye—a symbol of her coven, her power—had begun to fade.
Virelle sat beside her, quietly chanting spells. Her fingers moved carefully above Selene’s wound, but the magic only sparked and faded. The wound had turned darker, veins spreading out like cracks in glass.
"It’s getting worse," Virelle said under her breath. "If we don't do something soon..."
Liam stood in the doorway, his face tight with worry. "Summon her coven. Someone must know how to help."
By midday, the witches arrived. Hooded and silent, their eyes lowered.
Liam and Virelle stood in the courtyard waiting for them.
"Who among you can help her?" he asked.
An older woman stepped f
