ZURI

The morning air in the coven was thick and carried that strange hum I was starting to soak in. I loved it, because it kept me on my toes and reminded me of where I was. But I also greatly despised it because of what it meant: I was here to be free or... break.

My heart beat too loudly as I stepped into the open circle carved into the stone floor outside the temple. It wasn’t marked by walls or doors, only by towering obelisks veined with light that pulsed in rhythm with my ...