Lilias’s words hung heavy in the air, as if fate itself had spoken. The path ahead felt certain now, clear and steady. The air around them seemed to shimmer with the unspoken power of her declaration that settled deep in the twilight.
Auntie Glenny nervously hesitated again as she cleared her throat.
“I actually wanted to go with you, you know, to live in the coven,” she confessed, her voice dropping to a near whisper.
For years, she had sought connection within the Order, a false family. The thought of a true community, a coven of witches, had been a surprising, sudden hope.
“But now you’re saying you’re going to live with the werewolves.” Her shoulders slumped almost imperceptibly. “There’s no place for a human there, isn’t it? I would be completely out of place, utterly misplaced.”
A quiet sadness crept into her tone, colored by a disappointment she couldn’t quite mask as if a bright, shining door had just closed in her face. The dreams of sisterhood and a secure future, briefly ig
