POV: JACKSON
At the age of fifteen, my father told me stories about witches. He viewed them as manipulators of reality, and his disdain for them was evident; he wanted them kept at a distance from our pack territory. They never lived among us, yet he wished for them to be as far away as possible.
From what my father told me, the Witches of Maletros were a small coven, led by a kind and gentle elderly woman. She didn't like using her powers for conflict or malice. Nevertheless, my father still didn't like them living close to our territory.
Despite his views about them, he never pursued any aggressive actions against them. The woman believed that for their own safety, they should relocate further away. Thus, they settled far from our territory.
Following her passing, her granddaughter
