Alpha's Regret After I Died
Her eyes narrowed, and something shifted in the air around her.
“This isn’t just a curse,” she said. “This is Valtora. Magic that should’ve died with the witches who created it.”
Frank stepped back, uneasy. Even Philip looked shaken.
Melissa raised her chin.
“But I’ve studied things even the High Circle feared to touch. I’ve stood in circles that cracked the ground beneath me. I’ve broken spells carved in blood, bound in bone.”
The torches lining the walls flickered violently, reacting to her power.
“I am not a hedge witch. I am not a healer. I am Melissa of the Black Flame,” she said, voice ringing through the room. “One of the most powerful witches to walk this earth.”