TASHA
"What about coming with you tomorrow," I asked him. We were in bed, ready to sleep.
"I'd feel more tranquil knowing that you're safer here with Collete and the pack."
I hummed, leaning further on his chest. I loved the feeling of being always with him, wrapped in his arms and comforted by his presence.
I had finally met the Old Wiccan. She was a lovely lady with dark hair and weary eyes. Although she had tried to act cheerful, exhaustion evidently trawled on her face. For the time being, two seniors in the packhouse were taking care of her.
She had put things into words, explaining all the things there were to understand. She was an oracle about these weird things surrounding me, which gave me comfort, knowing that even without my parents, there was she who could set forth thing
