Chapter b182 /b

Caroline’s PO.V

I watched in silence as Alpha Camden stepped forward, hismanding presence filling the room. He gestured toward the door, and in walked a woman–at first nce, she looked like any ordinary middle–aged womanb. /bbHer /bpale skin and tinum blonde hair were unremarkable, but there was something about her, an energy that bf /bcouldn’t quite ce. She had an aura that made me feel unsettled, like she wasn’t quite human.

Alpha Camden’s voice broke through my thoughts. “This is Harmona,” he said, his tone respectful.

“She’s a witch, and she’s here to help us understand something we’ve found. The symbol we discovered on the body of Aurora’s father.”

I nced at the others, but my eyes kept returning to Harmona. She didn’t speak right away. Instead, she stood there, observing us with an intensity that made me feel like she was weighing each of us, seeing straight through to our core.

Finally, she spoke, her voice smooth, almost melodic. “I’ve studied the symbol,” she began, her gaze flicking to bthe /bpapers Alpha Camden had spread out in front of bus/bb. /b

“It wasn’t easy. This particr sigil is unlike anything I’vee across in my years of studying.”

I leaned forward slightly, intrigued. “What do you mean, it’s unlike anything you’ve seen?b” /b

Harmona met my gaze for a moment before she continued. “It’s ancient, older than anything we typically deal with. Thest time a symbol like this surfaced was centuries ago–during the Salem Witch Trials. The symbol was used as a form of protection, but there’s something else… something darker about it.”

The room grew quiet, the weight of her words sinking in. I felt a chill creep up my spine. Aurora’s father- someone whose death we’d thought was just another casualty in a muchrger game–was somehow connected to something so old, so dangerous.

“How did you figure it out?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Harmona’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “I found a reference in an old text. One that had been hidden away for centuries. It took time, but the answers were there. And they tell me that this symbol, while protective, is also a binding spell.b” /b

A binding spell? The mystery surrounding Aurora’s father just got a whole lot darker.

I leaned in, trying to make sense of the conversation. Jade’s voice broke the silence as he asked, “Does that symbol belong to witchesb?/bb” /b

Harmona was quiet for a moment, her eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite ce. When she finally spoke, her voice was steady, yetced with a certain weight. “It does. But it’s not just any symbol,” she said, turning the small, intricate design over in her hands. “It was made for a very specific purposeb./b”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. “What kind of purposeb?/bb” /bbI /basked, my curiosity growing by the

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bsecond/b.

bHarmona /bmet my gaze, her expression hardening slightly, as if the memory of what she bwas /bbabout /bbto /bbsay /bbwas /bbtoo /bheavy to bear.

“During the Salem Witch Trials,” she began, her voice lowering, “when women were tested for magicb, /bbthey /bbhad /bba /bbway /bto avoid being caught. They could temporarily transfer their magic to another person–living or bdead/b–band /bbe human. For a time.”

Jade’s expression was a mix of disbelief and confusion. “Wait, so they could just give up their magicb? /bbBe /bnormal?b” /b

“Yes,” Harmona confirmed with a nod. “But there was a catch. It wasn’t permanent. The transfer had a time blimit/bb. /bAnd if the tests weren’t finished before the time ran out…” She let the words hang in bthe /bair, letting bthe /bbweight /bbof /bher statement sink in.

I swallowed, feeling a chill crawl up my spine. “If the time ran out, what happened?” bI /basked, already fearing the

answer.

Harmona’s eyes flickered with something dark. “The witch’s powers would returnb,/bb” /bshe said, her voice almost a whisper now. “And she would be caught, exposed for who she truly was.b” /b

Jade shook his head, as if trying to wrap his mind around it. “So they basically had a ticking clock to prove they

weren’t witchesb, /bor they’d be… executed.”

“That’s exactly it,” Harmona replied. “And that symbol was a key part of the process. A desperate measure to

survive in a world that wanted us gone.”

bI /bcouldn’t believe what I was hearing. The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. “So…that symbol,”

Harmona’s voice was calm but steady, “is a transfer of power. And indirectly, a transfer of soul.”

My mind raced to catch up, but before I could say anything, the room was filled with gasps. I wasn’t sure if I was more shocked by the discovery or by the way everyone seemed to process it at once. I opened my mouth but

hesitated for a moment.

“So… you mean to say that whoever carved that symbol into Aurora’s father was a witch?” I asked, trying to make

sense of it.

“And they transferred their soul into him?” My voice cracked slightly, disbelief dripping through every word. Harmona met my gaze, her expression unreadable.

“Yes,” she confirmed, her voice low, as though sharing a dangerous secret. “That is exactly what happened.”

The words hit me like a punch to the stomach. It wasn’t just power that had been transferred; it was something far worse. A soul. I looked around, trying to make sense of it all. Everyone else was staring at Harmona as though she had just dropped the world’s most terrifying bombshell.

Alpha Camden finally stepped forward, his voice thick with frustration.

“What could a witch possibly want with him? And why bpossess /bAurora’s father, of all peopleb? /bHis tone was sharpb, /b

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bsecond/bb. /b

Harmona met my gaze, her expression hardening slightly, as if the memory of what she was babout /bbto /bbsay /bbwas /btoo bheavy /bto bear.

“During the Salem Witch Trials,” she began, her voice lowering, “when women were tested for bmagic/b, they bhad /bba /bway bto /bavoid being caught. They could temporarily transfer their magic to another person–living or bdead/bb–/bband /b

be human. For a time.”

Jade’s expression was a mix bof /bdisbelief and confusion. “Wait, so they could just give up their bmagic/bb? /bBe

normalb?/bb” /b

“Yes,” Harmona confirmed with a nod. “But there was a catch. It wasn’t permanent. The transfer bhad /bba /btime limit. And if the tests weren’t finished before the time ran out…” She let the words hang in the air, letting the bweight /bbof /b

her statement sink in.

I swallowed, feeling a chill crawl up my spine. “If the time ran out, what happened?” bI /baskedb, /balready fearing the

answer.

Harmona’s eyes flickered with something dark. “The witch’s powers would return,” she said, her bvoice /balmost ba /bwhisper now. “And she would be caught, exposed for who she truly was.”

Jade shook his head, as if trying to wrap his mind around it. “So they basically had a ticking clock to prove they weren’t witches, or they’d be… executed.”

“That’s exactly it,” Harmona replied. “And that symbol was a key part of the process. A desperate measure bto /bsurvive in a world that wanted us gone.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. “So…that symbol,” Harmona’s voice was calm but steady, “is a transfer of power. And indirectly, a transfer of soul.”

My mind raced to catch up, but before I could say anything, the room was filled with gasps. I wasn’t sure if I was more shocked by the discovery or by the way everyone seemed to process it at once. I opened my mouth but hesitated for a moment.

“So… you mean to say that whoever carved that symbol into Aurora’s father was a witch?” I asked, trying to make sense of it.

“And they transferred their soul into him?” My voice cracked slightly, disbelief dripping through every word. Harmona met my gaze, her expression unreadable.

“Yes,” she confirmed, her voice low, as though sharing a dangerous secret. “That is bexactly /bwhat happened.”

The words hit me like a punch to the stomach. It wasn’t just power that had been transferred; it was something far worse. A soul. I looked around, trying to make sense of it all. Everyone else was staring at Harmona bas /bthough she had just dropped the world’s most terrifying bombshell.

Alpha Camden finally stepped forward, his voice thick with frustration.

“What could a witch possibly want with him? And why bpossess /bAurora’s father, of all peopleb?/bb” /bbHis /btone was bsharp/bb, /b

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bbut /bbthere /bwas ba /bbhint /bbof /bbconfusion /bbtoo/bb. /bHis eyebrows bfurrowed /bas bif /bbhe /bbwas /bbtrying /bbto /bbdecipher /bba /bbpuzzle/b.

b“/bbMaybe /bit wasn’t her father,b” /bmy dad spoke up, breaking the silence. “Maybe they wanted bto /bbget /bto bAurora/bb, /bBut bwhy/bb? /bWhat’s so special about that human girl that someone would go to such lengths to bfind /bbher/bb?/bb” /b

Jade bspoke /bup from the back of the room, his voice steady but serious. b“/bIf Aurora and bCaroline /bbare /btruly bLunar /bSisters,” bhe /bsaid, his gaze flicking between Harmona and me, “then this could very well bbe /bthe answer bto /beverything we’ve been looking for.”

I blinked at her words. My heart skipped a beat as I processed what she was suggesting. Lunar Sistersb? /bWere bwe /btruly Lunar Sisters? But for that to happen…Aurora had to be a witch…

Harmona nodded in agreement, her eyes narrowing as if the pieces were finally falling into bce/bb. /b

“If you two are truly connected in that way,” she began, “then it could exin why Aurora’s father bwas /bbtargeted/bb./bb” /b

I felt my head spinning. “Wait–targeted?” I echoed, feeling a chill run down my spine. “What do byou /bbmean /bby that?”

Harmona’s gaze locked with mine, and for a brief moment, I saw something dark flicker in her eyes.

“I mean that there’s more to your connection than you know. And that symbol? It’s just the beginningb./bb” /b

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