Author's POV~
The market still buzzed with whispers long after the bowl had fallen from her hand. But Celeste did not hear them. Her ears rang with her own rage. Her eyes locked on Selene, that girl standing tall with fire in her eyes.
Selene.
The one who had ruined everything.
Celeste clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She was the daughter of Elder Naeris, the most respected and powerful elder in the entire coven.
From the time she could walk, she had been trained to take her place as heir. For twenty years, she had studied, practiced, and bled to perfect every art of magic. She had never stopped. She had never failed.
Until Selene came.
A girl with no family. No name. No known bloodline. A stray who had suddenly been declared pure-blooded.
The words still burned in her head—pure-blooded witch.
