Ethan’s POV

As I paced back and forth in the room, my anger consumed me. Restlessness coursed through my veins, making it impossible to find a moment of peace. Every step I took felt like a release of pent-up frustration, I had been waiting for the witch for what almost seemed like forever and she was nowhere to be found. The weight of it all pressed down on my chest, making it hard to breathe, and think clearly.

My mind was a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts, each one fueling my anger further. I clenched my fists tightly, feeling the tension in my muscles as I desperately tried to contain the...