It was the perfect time for witching.
Although the sun should've risen at this time, the sky above the grand, gothic mansion of Valiah Hundra, still hidden in plain sight by magic, remained considerably darkened at 6:45 am. It was more indigo than lavender, and the moon never left its position above the tall trees in the woods. It was bright, cold, and white.
The atmosphere around that environment was heavily charged with magic. And no, Valiah Hundra had nothing to do with it—she didn't need to. It was the result of a gathering of fifty-one high-ranking Red Moon coven members, each representing several jurisdictions in the kingdom. Their attire was a dazzling array of dark silk robes, mixed with velvet and leather. They mingled and conversed in hushed tones, as the air was thick with anticipation, a palpable excitement that had been building for many years.
