Chasing fireflies
“Do something. I can’t…I can’t take this pain.
Keena’s voice cut through the air, low and steady, chanting words that made the shadows twist. Chloe slumped to the floor, unconscious, her body still trembling with the echoes of pain.
The coven watched in silence, their eyes flickering between Hunter, broken and sobbing on the ground, and Chloe, laid out cold, her face etched with sorrow. Keena took a deep breath. Someone had torn their bond apart, black magic, no doubt. She could feel it in the air, heavy and wrong.
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