Chapter Twenty-Two – The Road Home
Carter’s P.O.V.
The coven was awake.
Not loud.
Not panicked.
Simply awake.
Lanterns glowed in the cottage windows. Doors opened and closed softly. Footsteps rustled through the grass as witches carried bundles, baskets, blankets, and satchels across the village square.
No one asked if we were leaving.
They already knew.
Miriam shoved another loaf of bread into my pack.
I stared at it.
“That’s the third one.”
“You’re twenty.”
“So?”
“So twenty-year-old boys eat like wolves.”
“I am a wolf.”
“Exactly.”
Elias laughed from where he leaned against the porch railing.
“She’s got you there.”
Without looking at him, Miriam pointed a wooden spoon in his direction.
“You’re not helping.”
“I rarely do.”
For the first time in months, I smiled withou
