In the heart of the dark forest, where the ancient trees whispered secrets only to those who dared listen, the witches gathered. Their circle was illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the thick canopy above. It was a sacred place, hidden from the prying eyes of men, wolves, and other creatures alike. For centuries, the witches had come here to commune with forces greater than themselves—forces that shaped the very fabric of existence.
Tonight, their purpose was more urgent than ever.
The witches, dressed in flowing robes that shimmered like the night itself, stood in silence. Their faces were solemn, each woman carrying the weight of the choices they had made. They had given Hannah the potion—knowing full well the consequences—but now, they were starting to see the
