*~Young Lilith's POV~*
Dahlia… I had heard that name before. She was the leader of the Witches' Coven… but why was she doing this? Wasn't this against the rules? Witches and werewolves were never meant to mix.
"See you tomorrow," she said coldly. "Rest well—because tomorrow will be far more… stressful." With a final smirk, she vanished.
Everyone scattered in panic. Alice clung to me, her hands trembling.
"I don't know my place anymore," she whispered.
I turned, desperate for any sign of safety. That was when I saw it—the carriage. My father's carriage. He was waiting inside, his silhouette familiar, almost comforting.
"I'm sorry," I told Alice. "I have to go."
Her eyes darkened. "Where are you going?"
"My father is waiting for me."
She slowly released me, forcing a faint smile. "Then go. I'll… I'll stay here. My mother didn't come for me. She must still think I'm worthless."
