Chapter 146: The Witch Coven’s Price
HIGH WITCH MORGANA POV
The scrying bowl burst in my hands.
Glass shards flew everywhere, cutting my hands as I jerked backward. The picture I’d been seeing vanished in a shower of sparks, but the image was burned into my mind forever.
Death. So much death.
"Morgana!" My trainee Elena rushed to my side. "What happened? What did you see?"
I stared at the blood dripping from my hands, trying to make sense of what I’d witnessed. "The Final Sacrifice ritual," I whispered. "If they perform it as planned, everyone dies. Not just the Shadow Lords—everyone."
Elena’s face went pale. "That’s impossible. The ancient books say—"
"The ancient texts are wrong!" I snapped, then instantly felt bad for yelling at her. Elena was just eighteen, barely finished with her training. She didn’t deserve my fear and anger.
"I’m sorry," I said, more gently. "But we have a problem. A big one."
Before Elena could reply, the doors to my chambers burst open. Three figures walked in—Aria, the Luna who’d linked with the Alpha triplets, and two of the brothers themselves, Kael and Lucien.
"High Witch Morgana," Aria said, slightly out of breath. "We need to talk."