Chapter 225

Caleb's eyes widen in interest, Sophia nods, "I know it's a lot to ask, but sometimes unexpected solutions come from unexpected places," she encourages, “Let's go in.” The heavy door creaks open from the force of her push, revealing a room cloaked in shadows. As Caleb stepped inside, his breath caught at the unexpected sight before him. In the middle of a carefully drawn circle, a young woman with white hair sat, surrounded by an array of candles casting an ethereal glow over her features. A growl rumbled in Caleb's throat as the gears whirring in his head clicked into place. Witches had become the embodiment of mistrust and fear, especially after the tragedy that befell Redwood. Many believed them to be spies for the Ember Coven, resulting in unquestioned execution if it happened that they were any found trespassing. Anger and bafflement had his fingers balling into fists. How had a witch managed to infiltrate his pack house? The very presence of such a being stirred a mix of emotions