Calvin’s POV
It took almost three days, but I finally made it back to the witch’s cabin in the Silver Pines.
The journey had been long and grueling, but exhaustion was the last thing on my mind.
Sherelle.
That single name had haunted me the entire trip.
Now, as I approached the familiar cabin, something felt… off.
The familiar scent of dried herbs and incense still hung in the air, yet the atmosphere was wrong. There was a stillness—an eerie silence that hadn’t been there before. The first time I came here, the witch had been waiting for me, already standing at the door before I even knocked. Almost like she knew I would show up.
This time?
Nothing.
The door remained shut. The windows were dark. There was no sign of life inside.
A bad feeling settled in my stomach.
I knocked onc
