Chapter 17

Ella POV

The sound of snow crunching outside of the shed catches my attention.

Quietly I move one of the tables up against the shed doors and I slip back into the darkness.

Someone pushes against the doors of the shed with a grunt and the table inches away from the door slightly.

Backing up farther, my back hits one of the tables and I instinctively duck under and pull the sheet down over the top.

I hear the table scratch against the floor once more and I hold my breath, trying not to make any noise.

A sudden gust of wind circles the shed, ripping it apart piece by piece.

The witches have found me, and I am defenseless.

Gripping onto one of the legs of the table that I am under, I try to keep it anchored to the ground with my weight.

The circling wind becomes stronger with each pass that it makes.

The table that I am hiding under is rocking above me and my grip is becoming loose.

The wind stops circling, and ev