Tyrese
I recognized the first witch to step forwards through the front door as Magdalene. With a charming smile on her face, Malia confidently stepped forwards with an outstretched hand and I beamed at her. She’d grown so much over this summer, and I was so proud of the leader she was becoming. An older version of Magdalene stepped in after her, and Malia was already mumbling her name to me through our mindlink, “Margaret.” I stepped forwards, taking her hand in mine to shake it. It was cool to the touch and although I smiled to her respectfully, it was not returned. Her granddaughter on the other hand, smiled back eagerly. It was clear Margaret’s distaste for the wolves, whereas Magdalene was either better at hiding it or truly didn’t share her grandmother’s beliefs.
Within the hour, t
