Everything was wrong. Having stumbled out of the portal mere minutes ago, Tatum was struggling to make sense of what was happening. Nothing make sense to her as she wandered aimlessly through the woods, trying to find an explanation. The young witch was meant to be dead. Sheâd died a long time ago, trying to protect her coven from the darkness. Sheâd sacrificed herself for the others, and when the darkness had taken her, sheâd found peace. It was fuzzy, her memories difficult to grasp, but she knew sheâd been somewhere else. Somewhere seemingly better than the apocalypse sheâd now landed herself into. Seeing someone up ahead, the redhead picked up her pace. âExcuse me!â @salvatoreshq-startersâÂ













