In the depths of her hidden lair, Queen Serena, the queen of witches that was attacked by Dom and Graham and got the boy stolen from her, sat upon her throne, her mind thinking with dark intentions. Beside her stood Selene, her most devoted disciple, ready to obey her queen's every command.

"Selene," Queen Serena intoned, her voice laced with a sinister edge. "I have a task that only you out of all the witches here can perform for me, and it is of utmost importance."

Selene knelt before her queen, her heart pounding with anticipation. "Anything, my queen. I am yours to command."

With a flick of her wrist,...