Another week had passed by now and Soudin and his coven members had been expecting Stephanie's attack for days, but still nothing.

“Do you think she’s not coming any longer?” Greta asked her grandfather one day.

“I highly doubt it, when enemies lie low for so long it can only mean one thing; she wants us to think she isn’t coming anymore, just like you’re doing now, and when we least expect it, she’ll strike.”

“So, what do we do now? We can’t just sit here waiting for her wasting precious time that can be used to achieve something else.”

“Sadly, that’s what me and my coven members are going...