BITTERSWEET PART 1: GHOST AND GIANNA

Gianna

For three agonizing days, I watched with bated breath as Alpha Bastien's witch, Celeste, tirelessly worked to break the curse that had ensnared Divan in a relentless cycle of nightmares.

Each morning, as the sun rose, casting its gentle glow over the pack lands, but none of its warmth made its way into my heart. The air crackled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation, the energy palpable as Celeste prepared to face the dark forces that held Divan captive.

Celeste was a striking figure, her presence commanding and her aura radiating with ancient wisdom. Her long, silver hair cascaded down her back, contrasting against her ebony robes. Her eyes held a depth that spoke of experiences beyond mortal comprehension, and her voice carried a melodic quality that brought a sense of calm amidst the storm.

Alpha Bastien assured us she could do this, that her coven was one of the strongest and most powerful in the country. I believed his words at first, but now as I watch her still str