Just as the tension in the grand hall reached its breaking point, a new figure entered, causing all heads to turn.
Angelina, the very person whose absence had been at the heart of the conflict, walked into the hall with purposeful strides. She moved past the shocked onlookers and came to a stop beside Jaegar, her eyes softening as they met his, checking if he was okay.
After a moment, Angelina turned to face Oceana and the rest of the assembled witches, her gaze sweeping across the hall before settling on the Coven's leader.
Her voice, when she spoke, was filled with quiet but unmistakable anger. "What is the meaning of this, Oceana? Yasmine? Is this what you call respect? Is this how you treat me?"
Angelina's words cut through the tension like a knife. "You all know very well how much Jaegar means to me. He is my grandson. You dare harm my grandson?"
A collective gasp echoed through the hall.
