Her mistake.

It was all another waste. And wasn't it the most displeasing thing ever.

Another day was gone, and Meera the witch angrily headed back to her coven. Anyone who saw her with her eyes blazing and her magic flaring up so badly that things were thrown about with her in the vicinity, were certainly staying away. Now, she had dropped the disguise of the she-wolf that she had worn for two days. Being in the comfort of her master bedroom in the coven, she felt no fear of being discovered for any reason. The only thing on her mind was how useless the days had been, one after the other. It was just infuriating, she thought with her blood boiling.

She waved her hand carelessly and conjured up a tall and large wine glass filled with her favorite expensive red wine. As she took a sip, then another, she found herself thinking furiously about everything, while still pacing around the wide room