Kyhan
There was one unfamiliar face sitting beside Annie. Her hands fisted the fabric of her dress tightly that it might rip. Her blonde hair fell upon her shoulders, her posture stiff. Light blue eyes sent daggers my way, and by the way her lips were pressed together into one smooth line, she hated being in the same room as me, or us wolves. I’m no mind reader. She smelled heavily of herbs and spices like she was cloaked with them. I hadn’t met a witch before. They kept to their covens and we neither interfered nor communicated with each other. Werewolves, vampires, and witches – each preferred to keep to their own affairs. No alliances were made, no threats were declared, and so the peace remained. There had to be an ulterior motive for a witch to help rogues.
“We don’t need her.”
“We
