Hazel's Point of View
The morning light barely filters through the curtains, but it’s enough to tell me I didn’t sleep well, again. My body feels heavy, my head clouded, and the same thought gnaws at the edge of my mind like it has every night since the visit to the witch in the woods: I have to go back to them.
My old coven.
I stare at the ceiling for a moment, my heart sinking. There’s a pressure in my chest that makes it hard to breathe, let alone move. I toss the blankets aside and sit up, rubbing at my tired eyes. I feel the dull ache of another restless night and the weight of everything I’m about to face.
With a long, exhausted sigh, I push myself out of bed.
The wooden floor feels cold under my feet as I shuffle towards the bathroom. I flick on the light, and the harsh brightn
