Chapter 114

Adelaide

It was already dark when I sat on the grass, leaning against the big oak tree in the woods. Cold shivers ran through my body as I thought about the words Esther had used to describe Alaric.

The chosen one…the vessel.

What did it mean, and why hadn’t Mom told me about it? The worst part was sticking to the plan and doing as I was told without knowing exactly what she was planning.

I only knew one thing. It was for the good of the witches—my people.

They were my priority, and all I had to do was follow Mom’s instructions. So what was I so worried about?

After a while, I started to feel impatient, wondering if I had pushed things too far. Alaric was timid, careful—and maybe I had overestimated him, thinking he would really sneak out to meet a witch he barely knew.

Maybe it was time to consider other options, like waiting out that Elite team that Principal Sterling was planning.

At least, that’s what I thought—until I heard faint footste