Roses POV
My mother was a direct descendant of the Witch Akeldama. She had not lived as long as the winter Witch and nor was she as powerful. When their paths crossed, both witches were respectful of each other, because they both had a common goal. They wanted to bring the worlds together. They both had the power of foresight and knew that a war was coming. It was a long way off but there was no deviation from the path. Neither Witch could change the course of this particular future. Even when they tried together, they failed. They accepted that this was a charge from the Moon Goddess herself and that their duty was to prepare for it.
The slight issue was that they both wanted to prepare in different ways. The Winter witch wanted the world to be humans and wolves, whereas Akelda
