Chapter 100

Eliza's POV

“Wait, who’s coming?” I pressed, urgency tightening my voice as Dorian stepped closer, his expression a complex mix of tension and expectation. Yelda looked to me, her demeanor transformed, seemingly weighed down by invisible burdens I had yet to uncover. It was as if she carried secrets that bent the fabric of fate itself.

“Yelda, what is this?” I exclaimed, a wave of anxiety flooding my chest. The air between us felt thick with unspoken words, and I clung to the hope that they both recognized the chaos looming at our doorstep.

“It’s time for you to return to the coven, Eliza. It’s no longer safe here,” Yelda answered, her tone resolute and leaving no room for argument.

“But what about my family? What about Rylan and my quadruplet mates? They need me here!” I protested, my heartbeat quickening as I thought of their faces, their unwavering support, and the bonds we had forged through chaos.

“It’s not safe,” Yelda insisted, her g