Semua Bab The Alpha's Secret Witch : Bab 151 - Bab 160

Cressida's pov The kitchen was warm and the ovens were blazing and the air was thick with the smell of flour and sugar and something burning.I had been baking for hours and my hands were covered in dough and my hair was dusted with flour and my face was flushed. The frost was still there and the cold was still there and the fear was still there. But the joy was there too. The joy of creating something and the joy of being with friends and the joy of forgetting. The warmth of the ovens seeped into my bones and the laughter of my friends filled the air and for a moment everything felt almost normal.Raven was beside me and her dark curls were wild and her face was covered in flour and her voice was bright. She was mixing batter with reckless abandon and her energy was infectious. Benita was at the counter and her brown eyes were soft and her smile was warm and her hands were covered in chocolate. She was decorating cookies with intense focus and her creations were beautiful. Tasha was

Cressida's pov The classroom was warm and the candles were bright and the air was thick with the smell of old parchment and ancient magic.I had never been in this room before and the walls were covered in symbols and the floor was covered in runes and the ceiling was covered in constellations. The desks were arranged in a semicircle and the windows were tall and the view was vast and the world outside was white and cold.I sat in the front row with my notebook open and my pen ready and my heart pounding. The frost was still there and the cold was still there and the fear was still there. But the curiosity was there too. The curiosity of what this class would bring and the curiosity of who would be in it and the curiosity of what I would learn.The door opened and Professor Verena walked in.She was tall and slender and her hair was silver and her eyes were bright and her presence was commanding. She wore robes of deep blue and her hands were adorned with rings and her voice was stea

Cressida's pov The classroom was warm and the candles were bright and the air was thick with the smell of old parchment and ancient magic.I had been looking forward to this class all week and the anticipation was building and the excitement was growing and the nerves were real. Professor Verena stood at the front of the room with her silver hair gleaming and her robes flowing and her presence commanding. The symbols on the walls were glowing and the runes on the floor were pulsing and the constellations on the ceiling were shifting."Welcome back," she said. "Today, we will be putting theory into practice."The class murmured and the energy shifted and the curiosity grew."We will be working with the element of water. Each of you will attempt to manipulate a small amount of water using your magic. You will feel the flow. You will control the movement. You will become one with the element."She walked to the center of the room and her robes brushed the floor and her eyes scanned the

Cressida's pov The dormitory room was cold and the fire had burned low and the candles were flickering and the shadows were long.I sat on the edge of my bed with my knees pulled to my chest and my arms wrapped around myself and my eyes fixed on the wall. The frost was still there and the cold was still there and the fear was still there. But the sadness was there too. The sadness that had been building for weeks and the loneliness that had been growing for months and the weight that was finally breaking me. The walls felt like they were closing in and the ceiling felt like it was pressing down and the air felt like it was too thin to breathe.I had been sitting here for hours and the tears had dried on my cheeks and the ache in my chest had settled into something dull and heavy. The message in the kitchen kept replaying in my mind and the words carved into the ice kept echoing in my skull.The winter is coming. And so are we.They were already inside. The witches were already inside

Cressida's pov The greenhouse was warm and the glass was fogged and the air was thick with the smell of soil and green things and life.I had not been here in weeks and the plants were thriving and the flowers were blooming and the world was quiet. The frost was still there and the cold was still there and the fear was still there. But the peace was there too. The peace of the greenhouse and the peace of the plants and the peace of being alone. The glass walls were streaked with condensation and the light filtered through in soft golden beams and the shadows were long and gentle.I knelt beside a bed of herbs and my fingers brushed the leaves and the scent was familiar and the touch was grounding. The lavender and the rosemary and the thyme. The plants that reminded me of home and the plants that reminded me of her. My mother. The one who had taught me to garden and the one who had taught me to survive and the one who had taught me to love. The soil was dark and rich beneath my finge