### Rina’s POV
“I hate her!” I slammed the door hard as soon as I entered Ravina’s chambers.
Ravina’s head shot up. “What happened, my dear?” she asked, her soft tone doing little to nothing to curb my frustration. She intentionally placed her knitting needles beside the ball of yarn she was working with.
“Gosh, she’s so arrogant and obsessed with herself. As if she isn't just some stupid were-witch!” I flared.
“Relax, Rina. She won’t be here for long. She’ll be gone once we take over Howl Hollow.”
This time, Ravina’s words seemed to work, as my furrowed eyebrows loosened a little. Ravina might have been right, but everything about that were-witch gave me the ick—from how calm and unbothered she appeared to the subtle, yet noticeable sense of responsibility Lysander felt toward her.
