Chapter Fifty-Six

As Sable meticulously folded her clothes and tucked them neatly into her worn leather suitcase, a sense of both excitement and apprehension tingled through her veins. She knew that her journey to visit Agatha, the enigmatic witch, was not merely a casual visit. There was a great task ahead of her, one that held the key to unraveling the mysteries of her own existence.

As she carefully wrapped the powers and crystals she had obtained during her travels in a velvet cloth, a soft knock echoed at her door. Sable's heart skipped a beat as she opened it to find Jericho, the eldest of her mates, standing there with worry etched across his face.

"Sable," he said softly, "Are you really leaving? We've come this far together. Please reconsider."

Sable's gaze softened as she reached for Jericho's hand and squeezed it gently. "My love," she whispered, "I must do this for us, for our future. There are secrets that

need to be unraveled, truths that must be discovered. I believe Agatha holds the