The moon hung high above the forest, swollen and bright, casting an almost ethereal glow over the ancient coven lands. The path to the grand hall shimmered faintly with magic, every step forward feeling heavier than the one before. The trees whispered warnings through the wind, but it was too late to turn back now.
Azeo led the way, his expression carved from stone. McKenna followed just behind him, her fingers brushing the inside of his wrist—just close enough to feel his pulse, to ground herself in the storm of energy that surrounded them. McKayla and Beta Rex brought up the rear, their movements cautious, their senses sharpened to the bone.
The grand hall loomed ahead—massive, ancient, and alive. The walls seemed to hum with energy, veins of light crawling across the surface like glow
