LXXI

Rosalie

The road to the coven didn’t get any brighter.

It was no longer passable by car. So the four of us found ourselves continuing on by foot.

The path became narrower. The trees grew thicker. Shrubs and twigs snagged at our clothes and hair as we passed. But by far the worst part of the this whole encounter, was the lack of life around up. It reminded me so much of wondering into the gods woods after my meeting with Morag, that I was beginning to suffer with flash backs.

Lack of life meant one of two things. Firstly, that the creatures that had been living in these ancient lands had been culled for sacrifice. Or secondly, that the living believed this place far too dangerous to inhabit.

Either way, it didn’t make my uneasiness any the easier.

When we did eventually wondering into civilisation, we were met with just as much hostility as we had been on the boarder.

Looking around, amazed by the sheer amount of people that were in the coven.

“You never told me Ali was a dark witch Dr