Tom

As the convoy drove out of the Crossroads, the Matten coven breathed a sigh of relief.

Conversation filled the air as the women reminisced about their journey over the last six months. 

Anyone listening in would be able to recognize the mix of exhaustion and nostalgia in their voices. After months of hiding from the exact nation they were inside, becoming the top dog in another nation did feel like a just reward.

They were finally moving forward.

"I still can't believe how far we've come." Olivia murmured, her fingers resting on her swollen belly. "From a small coven created to appease a greedy Count to securing a place as royalty in the Monarchy."

Red chuckled from behind the wheel. "Yeah, and somehow, we didn't kill each other in the process. Especially in the last six months. I'd say that's an achievement."