Astrid
Ms. Hattie breaks the awkward silence with a quick prayer to Hecate for the food. There are only three witches present, herself, Nicolas, and Louisa, who is glaring at me from across the table.
Aside from the fact that she’s a total raging b***h, I wonder what the hell her problem is. She’s probably in a bad mood because Blair is too sick to eat dinner with us tonight. Which sucks because I know she’d easily keep the tension at bay with her sweet smile and extroverted personality. Operation prevent wolves from killing each other: Minus the empath.
My faith in the moon goddess is unwavering, though that doesn’t stop me or the others from being respectful and bowing our heads. Once Ms. Hattie is done, the silence is back and blank faces stare across the table.
“Well, the food i
