Arya couldn't believe The Crone, she's known her whole life, is gone. The woman who helped raise her. Nurture her. She has reentered the cycle of rebirth.
A new Crone already warmed the seat her lifelong friend had just left.
Arya checked her watch. She'd barely slept a wink. It was the wee hours of the morning still. Magic classes for the youngins would already be underway by now.
Nothing has changed much inside their coven, yet, with the loss of The Crone. Everything felt different.
"If I'm gone for much longer, Violet might be more difficult to manage." The rampage she's been on is nothing short of genocide. She was unsure if even the return of her daughter would satisfy and calm her bloodlust, or if Violet was passed that by now. Arya was coming to realize, her best friend wasn't the same person, and she was unsure if there was ever going back.
A knock pulled Arya from her spiraling.
