**Cassie’s POV**

"That is a mere puppet," I said to myself. Whoever that witch is, she is not a normal one. She is powerful enough to create a powerful puppet; this is so alarming.

 

I went home, and Derek, Art, and my son Charlie were waiting for me. They look worried, but little did they know I was stronger than they thought. I am not a simple woman, but instead, I am a pack warrior.

 

"I should just drive and pick you up," Derek said to me, and it looks like I made them worried.

 

"I am fine; whoever is the suspect, she cannot harm me." That is true, but...