GRACE
I waited until nightfall.
The moon hung low, casting silver shadows across the forest floor. I didn’t tell Ulric where I was going. I couldn’t. Not yet. This wasn’t a conversation — it was a decision. One I had already made.
The seer’s warning echoed in my mind: Aurora must deliver the child, or the child will not survive.
But Aurora was facing trial. The council would never allow her near me. And I couldn’t risk waiting.
So I went to the one person who could help me — even if her help came with a price.
The dark witch lived beyond the veil, in a place where magic twisted and pulsed like a living thing. Her name was Morwenna Thorne, and she was already expecting her own child. Her cottage was hidden beneath a canopy of blackthorn trees, warded by spells older than the covens th
