Third Person P.O.V.
The dim lighting in Diane's lair flickered with the low hum of magic. Tall shelves lined with grimoires, aged scrolls, and bottles filled with glowing liquids towered over Veronica as she paced the stone floor, arms folded tightly across her chest. The scent of dried herbs and candle wax mingled in the air as Diane stood behind a wooden workbench, swirling a vial of blood-red liquid between her fingers.
"Are you sure this will work?" Veronica asked, her voice sharp, a tinge of impatience bleeding into her words.
Diane didn't even flinch. Her fingers were steady, her expression unreadable. "I don’t make mistakes, cousin. You wanted control, and I’m giving it to you."
Veronica narrowed her eyes. "Not just control. I need eyes inside that pack. Someone who won’t even k
