Chapter 8

The witches coven

RACHEAL’S POV

The sun was rising as the three of us gathered in the dimly lit study of the elder's ancient house. The room was filled with the scent of old books and the crackling of the fireplace, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The elder, a wise and mysterious woman, stood before us, her eyes filled with a mix of determination and concern.

"Listen carefully, my young wolves," she began, her voice carrying a weight of knowledge and experience. "The fate of our world rests upon your shoulders. The artifacts you seek hold immense power, and it is up to you to retrieve them."

She reached into a drawer and pulled out a small and old compass. Its golden needle pointed north, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. She handed it to me, and as I took it, a surge of energy coursed through my veins.

"This compass," she said, her voice filled with a hint of mystery, "will guide you to the locations of the three artifacts. It is a map, a key to unlocking their secrets. Tru