Aurora’s P.O.V

The room was cold, too cold for my liking, and it only got worse as the chanting grew louder, like a pounding drum in my head. I squinted through the dim light and saw them—a group of women standing in a circle by the side, the same women who had been bound not long ago.

Their words were strange, foreign, but somehow familiar, as if I’d heard them before in a forgotten dream. Witches. I knew it then. I knew what they were. The realization hit me like a ...