The moment Alicia admitted something was blocking her wolf, Ethan wasted no time to contact the witch, he sent Micheal running for the witch. Theresa, she was that same witch who had warned him five years ago, vaguely, cryptically, and far too late.
Now she stood in his office again. Small, cloaked in drifting shadows. Smelling faintly of burnt herbs and iron, her very presence stirring every scar he carried.
Alicia stayed close to Ethan, her fingers curled lightly in the fabric of his sleeve.
The witch didn’t bother to bow. She didn’t even look at Ethan first. Her milky eyes went straight to Alicia. And the corner of her mouth curled.
“Ah,” she breathed, as if admiring a rare jewel. “So this is the wolf the Moon Goddess hid from us all…”
Ethan stepped directly in front of Alicia, blo
