The feathered message

Weeks had passed. Edward, Clerke, Jasper, Sofia, Endora, and their guest Agnes were thriving at Endora's place. Sofia and Endora had started to bond, though none of them spoke of their blood relation. Endora had figured out that the best thing was to give her time. Clerke and Jasper helped Edward with training. He needed to learn how to control his vampire and hybrid side. Agnes was still scared of what would come, for she knew that Viper Scarheart wasn't the type to give up easily and he would hunt her to her final breath.

On the other hand, Rollin and his wolf clan were also thriving. Sabrina had integrated herself into the clan as if she was born among them, despite being the only human around. Rollin admired her adaptability and spirit.

Rollin was busy training his wolf army to secure their new camp. The training grounds were a sight to behold, surrounded by tall ancient trees that seemed to stand guard. The wolves moved with a coordinated precision that spoke of their deep connection with their alpha. Sabrina watched in awe as Rollin commanded them effortlessly.

He approached her, a glint of pride in his eyes. "Impressive, aren't they?" he remarked.

Sabrina nodded, her gaze never leaving the scene. "It's like watching a perfectly orchestrated dance."

Rollin smiled. "It takes time and trust to reach this level of unity. We've been through a lot together."

Sabrina turned to him, her curiosity piqued. "Tell me about your clan, Rollin. How did you become their alpha?"

He looked into the distance, reminiscing. "It was a journey filled with challenges, tests and huge sacrifice.They chose me to lead because they saw something in me, a vision for a stronger, more secure future."

She admired his dedication and the connection he had with his pack. It was a stark contrast to the world she knew back at the asylum.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the forest in a warm, golden glow, Rollin turned to Sabrina. "We've come a long way, and we'll face more challenges ahead. But I believe we can overcome them, together."

Sabrina looked into his eyes, a newfound sense of hope blossoming within her. She was far from the coven, far from the schemes of Viper Scarheart. In this moment, surrounded by the strength and unity of the wolf clan, she felt a glimmer of something she hadn't experienced in a long time—freedom.

Meanwhile at the coven,Aurora and Alexis were summoned by viper scarheart.They were dirty and smelt filthy from unclogging the sewer pipes for weeks.They went on one knee before viper scarheart who sat on the huge chair with snake etching on it.she leaned forward with his body still on his seat.

Viper scarheart "my children,hope you've learnt lesson enough, your lucky your not like others to me.Weakness is not tolerated in this coven.Fear is not our way.

At the coven, Aurora and Alexis were summoned by Viper Scarheart. They were dirty and smelled filthy from unclogging the sewer pipes for weeks. They went on one knee before Viper Scarheart, who sat on the huge chair with snake etchings on it. She leaned forward, her body still on the seat.

Viper Scarheart spoke in a commanding tone, "My children, I hope you've learned your lesson well. You're fortunate not to be treated like others. Weakness has no place in this coven. Fear is not our way."

Aurora and Alexis exchanged glances, a mixture of relief and determination in their eyes, carefully masking it with seriousness to show respect to Viper Scarheart.

Acknowledging their presence, Viper said, "Go freshen up, you smell like you brought the whole sewer here. When you're done, send the Ravens with this message." She handed Alexis two sealed letters and a piece of paper with a location spell.

Aurora couldn't contain her curiosity, "Ma'am, why don't you use a phone? This isn't like the old d...".

Before she could finish, Alexis swiftly smacked her on the head and whispered, "Shut up, don't you get it? We're not in a position to give counsel."

Viper Scarheart responded with understanding, "It's okay, Alexis. Child," she turned to Aurora, "this is how we witches have always communicated in our Wicca. It's not that I'm old-fashioned, but the Ravens ensure safety from the humans. We can't risk exposing ourselves. Now go, clean up."

They left Viper Scarheart's chamber, their minds abuzz with the weight of the message they were about to deliver.

After they freshened up, Aurora and Alexis made their way to the highest tower in the coven. This was where the Ravens were kept, trusted messengers for witches. These intelligent birds were known to carry out tasks with precision.

They carefully attached the sealed letters to the Ravens' legs, securing them with white ribbons. White, in the language of Ravens, signified a message of peace. It was crucial to convey that the intentions were not hostile.

With a gentle push, the Ravens took off into the sky, their wings slicing through the air as they set off on their journeys. One Raven flew towards the northern wolf camp, guided by an ancient instinct that connected it to its destination. The other Raven soared towards Endora's place, where Agnes had found refuge under the protection of Edward, Clerke, Jasper, and Endora.

As they flew above, the jungle below was a labyrinth of shadows. The night had wrapped it in a shroud of mystery, and the dense foliage seemed to whisper secrets to the wind.

Down on the forest floor, a search party assembled. They were armed with torches that pierced through the darkness, revealing gnarled roots and twisted vines. Their eager police dogs led the way, noses to the ground, following a scent only they could discern.

Torchlight danced like fireflies, casting glows on leaves and trunks. The night was alive with the rustle of leaves and the crunch of twigs, every sound magnified in the tense stillness.

In their hands, the officers held guns, fingers poised near the triggers. They moved with a careful, deliberate pace, their breaths visible in the cold night air. Each step seemed to echo through the jungle, a rhythmic beat of anticipation.

Above them, the ravens soared, their black forms stark against the sky. They were messengers in the night asjungle watched, its ancient trees bearing witness to the unfolding drama.