Rhea
I can’t believe my ears.
The Lycan?
Surely it can’t be who I think it is, since I can think of few other lycans who would come to the witches’ faction. Nevertheless, I refuse to think that it’s Daciano. Maybe it could be some other Lycan, coming for some other reason, one unconnected to me after all.
Deep inside, I know that it has to be him. I've known all this while that I've only been staying here on borrowed time, falsely assuring myself that I was safe from him after running off with his child, and somehow deluding myself into thinking that I was safe from him.
Now, it's probably him, and he's here to take back his heir.
All of a sudden, the ritual stops and everything changes, leaving me weakened by the entire thing. The light stops glowing from my robe, and I only lie
