“Alpha, Luna,” greeted the first witch, stepping forward and bowing her head respectfully to Talon and Diana. From the way the other witches remained slightly behind her, it was clear that she had been chosen to speak on behalf of the group that had traveled to Black Howler.
“My name is Elara,” she introduced herself before gesturing toward the witches standing beside her. One by one, she gave their names and positions within Ravenna’s coven.
Finally, her attention shifted toward the elderly woman standing quietly at the back of the group. Unlike the others, the older witch had not spoken since entering the Alpha’s office. She simply stood there, observing Talon and Diana with calm, intelligent eyes. Despite her age, there was nothing weak or fragile about her presence. Even without say
