Olivia's POV
I nervously stepped into the room. Alpha Damien followed close behind and quietly shut the door behind us. The room was dimly lit, the walls lined with shelves full of jars, herbs, strange stones, and things I couldn't name. The smell was sharp—earthy and strange, like dried plants mixed with smoke and something older.
Seated on the floor in the center of the room was the witch. She was old, with long silver hair tied back loosely. Her eyes were strange—too dark, too deep—and they watched me like they could see every part of me, even the parts I didn't want anyone to see.
"Sit," she said, her voice low and rough like sandpaper. She didn't raise her head, just motioned to the small cushion in front of her.
I hesitated, glancing once at Alpha Damien, but he gave me a small nod.
Slowly, I stepped forward and sat down in front of her.
