Chapter Twenty-OneIt seemed that the snow was winter’s parting gift as, after a few white days, the temperatures began to work their way back up and the snow slowly melted away. It lasted longer on the moors, with less foot traffic to disturb it, but in the towns it turned to slush, or was compacted down under boots and became treacherously slippery.
A couple of days after the text message from Kitto, Jack awoke to find an envelope pushed through the letterbox. It was his mentor’s writing, but he understood why Kitto wouldn’t have wanted to see them. Kitto needed to avoid Kiera until they could find him a cure. He hurriedly ripped it open and took a seat at the kitchen table to read it.
Jack,
Here is all the information I know about the Witch Hunters. The first thing is they are almost
