ZADOK

My eyes skimmed through the decade old greenhouse that was Shilhi's workspace.

“I think it's good that she wants to train.” Shilhi remarked, stirring her cauldron pot.

God knew what content it was this time around.

“Why do you say so?” Azriel asked from behind me. “She poses enough danger even without powers, why would she need to train more?”

I heard the implications of his words, but chose to play dumb.

“A powerless witch living in a pack of witch-hating-wolves.” I answered in place of Shilhi. “ It doesn't take a genius to know why she feels threatened.”

I watched Shilhi pour little portions of the pot's contents...