"This witch bitch…" Sofia muttered, not even trying to hide the insult as her gaze sharpened.
A bald woman stepped forward from the edge of the gathering, her presence carrying a weight that made even the loudest voices die down on instinct. Her expression was cold, her eyes dark and steady as they landed directly on Sofia.
Zephyr let out the breath she hadn't realised she had been holding the moment she saw her. Relief flickered across her face. "Thanks, beast ancestors… Soraya has arrived."
The most powerful witch in the tribe. The second-highest lord. And one of the very few people who could walk into a situation like this and turn it upside down without raising her voice.
Cece's body trembled weakly against the stone, her breath even worse, her vision fading in and out as the pain in her stomach twisted deeper and she couldn't hold it anymore. "Ahhhh…!" she screamed.
