-Jake’s P.O.V.-
“I would guess you haven’t learned of witches from any of the pack elders,” Landon says, still walking forward without stopping. He had made no further comment regarding the knife I had pointed at his throat, almost as if he had never seen it at all. I knew better, though.
I shake my head. “I don’t think many even bother to learn about them.”
“I suppose you are right,” he comments. “They are rare enough that most don’t even concern themselves with them. Most wolves can go through their entire lifetime without even coming across a single witch.”
“How come you know so much about them?” I ask.
Landon turns to look at me, a smile on his face I couldn’t decipher. “I am not most wolves, alpha. I happened to know a couple in my younger years.”
I’ve had enoug
