The Witch's Game

Celeste's POV 

The blood in the bowl suddenly turned black. A warning.

I froze, feeling a chill run down my spine. Someone else was watching Amara. Someone powerful.

"Show me who," I ordered, throwing a handful of salt into the bowl.

The black blood formed a face—a face I knew all too well. My old teacher, Lilith Blackwood. The one who taught me the dark arts before exposing me to the Shadow Council.

"Well, well," I whispered, "the game gets more interesting."

With shaking hands, I began preparing for a tracking spell. I needed to reach Amara before Lilith did. I needed to finish what I started five years ago. 

The tracking spell led me deep into the woods between the Blood Moon and Artemis lands. I moved quickly, my eyes searching for any sign of the Shadow Council. They would kill me on sight if they found me.