“Every single one of the witches lost their lives because of a dosage that was not measured properly?” Brandon said feeling concerned that it was his race that did this to the witches.
“Yes, I was a very young girl of 7, and I didn’t see it as a punishment for wrong dosage, I saw it as the werewolves looking for who to blame for their losses and the witches were the closest so they put the blame there. I know what you’re here for Brandon, I’m sorry, I’ll not lend my hospitable hands to anyone who was part of the movement that killed my parents.
“The one I have come to ask help for is not a white stone pack member and just like you, she lost her parents to wicked werewolves” Brandon said trying to plead with her sympathy.
“What do you mean by that?” She said furrowing her brows in curios
