Lady Morgana led Vivian and Ronan to the ritual chambers, where she would explain the Triune Circle procedure. The Coven Leader was awfully silent for the entirety of the time they walked there, her boots thumping much more noisily than usual.
She was tense.
Uneasy.
When they arrived at the ritual chambers, there were candles burning steadily at precise points around the chamber. The flames flickered so wildly they appeared like dancing spirits with a mind of their own.
Lady Morgana approached the centre of the ritual chambers, scrutinising the area carefully while Ronan and Vivian stood to the side.
Anxious of what more ill bearings her fate would bring, Vivian clung to Ronan's side and clutched his arm tightly. The Lycan Alpha didn't seem to mind and offered her the solace of his arm wrapped around her waist.
She smiled gratefully.
