ELLIE’S POV:
I arrive at the old shack, a few miles out of the Moon territory; it's exactly how I remember it. Mom used to bring me here as a girl to practice my magic and spells with Nema. I cross over the boundary spell she has in place to keep anything but witches out.
Nema is rumored to be one of the oldest witches still alive. She's wise and strong, one of the few left who doesn’t reside within a coven.
"It's been a while, girl," she calls to me, and I run up and hug her. "That's enough of that. Come on in, let's get you some tea brewing. You're so pale, and what have you done to your hair?" she complains.
I laugh, I knew she wouldn't like my cut. "I thought that maybe the red wouldn’t be as noticeable if it were shorter," cowering, awaiting her response. My hair is naturally brig
