JAKE
We drove in silence, Grandpa Jack sat behind the wheel, his wrinkled hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. Beside him, Grandma Amelia sat calmly, her eyes gazing out the window, deep in thought. I sat in the backseat, staring out at the blur of trees as we headed toward the witch tribe.
After a while, Grandma Amelia broke the silence. “You know, Jake, some witches are also werewolves like us, but they come from the omega class,” she said, turning slightly to look at me over her shoulder. “They use witchcraft to gain power because they don’t have the strength of an alpha or a beta.”
I nodded, taking in her words. “So, they’re witches by choice?” I asked.
“Not exactly by choice,” she explained. “It’s more about survival. Those without power often turn to other means, and witchc
