6. A plot of chaos.

Agatha Pov

I added another gnarly root to the fire, the smoke stinging my eyes. Around our underground house, my sisters watched me with a mixture of fear and admiration. Good - they should be afraid, for what I had to say went against everything that bitch Freya and Thalia the white witch stood for.

“Sisters, for too long we have existed in the shadows while that pathetic excuse for a white witch pranced around, spreading her sickly peace like a plague.” I spat on the ground, my anger burning as hotly as the fire. “She has managed to unite the werewolf packs and drive us from the overworld where we ruled. Beasts we have used for sacrifice and spell ingredients since the dawn of time?”

Murmurs of agreement could be heard through the coven. Those youngest among us had never known true power and control over the supernatural realm. Thanks to Freya and the white witch meddling, they had grown up watching our influence wane along with the conflicts that fed our dark arts. We had to be liv