The end

Isabella's Point Of View.

"Come back to me, Isabella," I heard a familiar voice plead, echoing through my mind as I sat amidst my family and coven, about to embark on a ritual that would link my powers with theirs. My brows furrowed, and a perplexed frown tugged at the corners of my lips.

"Mom, did you hear that?" I asked, turning to my mom.

"I heard someone calling my name," I pressed, my gaze darting from one coven member to the next. "It sounded urgent, almost desperate. Are you sure you didn't hear anything?"

"Hear what dear?" My mother responded with a face stiff smile and an uneasy silence fell over the room. She exchanged a knowing glance with my father, and I felt a chill slither down my spine.