Finally, she spotted a book resting on the dais—a thick tome bound in worn leather, its cover embossed with faded symbols. Aunty sex She was almost there, the home of the high seer. Her eyes darted across the shelves, books and jars of ingredients scattered about, but there was no sign of the tome. Panic coursed through her veins as she caught a glimpse of the moonlight spilling into the room, illuminating her predicament. Every nerve was alive with the sensation, and she could feel herself surrendering. Her hands clutched at the earth below, her fingers curling, clawing into the ground as if anchoring herself against the intensity. The Last Witch
Chapter 1: The Werewolf’s Prey
Elara moved silently through the shadowed woods, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth.
