“You're leaving again?”
Ravenna paused at the doorway. She turned and found the Grand Witch standing near the center of the chamber. The oldest witch in their coven. The wisest. The most respected. For centuries she had been considered the strongest among their kind.
Until another rose. The thought alone made Ravenna's chest ache.
The Grand Witch's silver eyes softened as they settled on her.
“You only returned a few days ago, child.”
Her gaze drifted to the healing scar hidden beneath Ravenna's sleeve.
“And when you did, you were wounded. Are you certain you want to continue down this path?”
Ravenna looked away toward the open doorway. Toward the forest beyond. Toward the wolves. Toward the war that was coming.
“I don't think I have a choice anymore.”
Her voice was quiet. Heavy
