22. Treacherous plans

ELEANOR

I pull the red cloak over my body to cover myself properly like a witch I am, I hold a lantern with a single fire flame in it. The light is dimmed and an incense is burned out, its smoke rising to the sky. I go far from my coven so that I will not be traced by any third party that Noah might have organized.

Instead, I wait on the other side of the woods towards the north and stand at the centerfield, my hands are stretched out with the lamp hanging firmly. I have to appear as a high-ranked witch in other to make them feel comfortable around me, I detect their steps soon.

Noah is not alone, someone else is with him. I cloak myself first, making me invisible for the moment until they come into view. Noah is with the shaman of the midnight pack, I unveil myself to them and they startle.

“Greetings, the last and most powerful witch,” Noah greets with enthusiasm.

“Just call me Eleanor,” I scoff.

The shaman nods, “Greetings, Eleanor.”

“You wanted to see me, why?”

I look stern and d