Hope’s pov
I’m scared, I’m sleep deprived and terrified for my life. I lay awake every night thinking of all the decisions I took until the one that lead me here. I keep starring at the door; waiting for what I know is coming, death. A whole week, she’s been brewing over what happened at the coven and I don’t know how but when she came back that night, she was a lot more powerful. Her dark aura has chased the animals away, so if it’s not her footsteps echoing inside the run down cabin, then its silence, a silence that makes my heartbeat sound like the loudest noise I’ve ever heard, almost deafening. Not even the crickets dare make a sound, if there are any. I keep out of sight as much as I can, I make her food when I can’t sense here close, I sleep for however long she’s gone but the seco
