The winds howled, causing the tree branches to sway and bend. There was something in the air. Something… sinister. She could feel it deep in her soul. She could feel it in her bones. The time had come. He was here. Ivy knew she had to get the babies out of here before it was too late. She raced up the long, narrow stairs of their large home, flying into action as quickly as possible. She couldn’t risk using magic right now. If he was close, he would sense it and be on them in an instant. Carefully but hastily, she bundled them up to protect them from the outside elements. One, two, three. Three babies were more than a handful. Thankfully, she had help. She grabbed only what she could in her haste, tossed the essentials in a bag, and with the help of her nanny, Althea, she packed the girls into the car. She would go to her sister, Delilah. She would know what to do. Laveau witches do not go down without a fight…