Lex's POV
"A witch?" Zack growled next to me, his voice a mix of incredulity and unease, as if the mere thought unsettled him.
I couldn't blame him; our last encounter with one of them had ended in chaos. Werewolves generally harbored a strong aversion to witches, and we typically kept our distance from them.
"Yes, Beta Zack," the warrior replied, his voice trembling slightly.
"What the hell does a witch want with Prince Lex?" Zack growled, his tone revealing both disbelief and disgust. "Werewolves don’t associate with such vile creatures."
"S-she... she wants to speak with him," the warrior stuttered. "She says it's urgent and needs to see him immediately."
Zack's eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering in his gaze.
"Urgent? Since when do witches deliver messages with good intentions?"
