Chapter 64 Barlow’s Help

Tanya's POV I'm over the moon that we've found the notebook, but as I'm flicking through, my smile slowly starts to dwindle down into a straight line. Marco notices this. "What's wrong?" I sigh. "Each perfume in here cures a different type of black magic." Caspian's brows crease in confusion. "But isn't that a good thing?" My chest deflates. "We don't know what black magic was used to contaminate the water. I don't have time to make and try each perfume in here." The men around me mirror my unsettled expression. We have no way of knowing which perfume is the right one, and some of these perfumes take ages to curate, let alone try and perfect on the first try. None of us have much knowledge on black magic to begin with, and the task is now seeming to be impossible. "I don't understand. Who would want to poison my pack? We aren't hostile to any witches, and we live such a simple life. We have no enemies," says Caspian with tremendous uncertainty. As we all stand together, I