Celine's POV

Riding through the streets of Mystic Falls, something felt really off about the environment.

Everything seemed to have changed from the way I left it before I journeyed off from this city.

The witches who I had once given hope looked like their hopes were taken away.

Soldiers littered the streets like it was a war, and none of them kept eye contact with me.

They all looked away from my eyes, making sure their eyes weren't going to meet with mine.

At this point, there's no ...