[Hazel]
“You’re doing the right thing,” Rudolph tries to convince me as I say goodbye to my dearest friend one last time. “You and I both know it isn’t safe for her above.”
He’s right, and I hate him a little bit for it. There are a lot of things that I’ve grown to dislike but also love about him.
Damn it, Moon Goddess, sometimes you have a funny sense of humor.
“Well let’s just make sure that none of us regret this,” I push past him, our bodies tingling as our knuckles brush against one another. “Let’s go find your alpha and bring him home.”
“What about your brother?” the stubborn Beta crosses his arms as he leans against a wall and watches me pack my satchel with various spell components. Unlike Hawthorne and Great-Grandmother, who are both sorcerer-class witches, as a hedge-wit
