ITHRA.

“Come on, Ithra. Tell me what you want.” Zadok spoke into my ears.

Hiccup.

We have been in silence for the past few minutes. My gaze fixated on Athaliah, and the deepest part of me wanted to see her head bloodied on a golden platter.

However, I chose to be diplomatic and make good use of the opportunity. Like it or not, I was now a member of this pack, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't change my genetic composition.

I was a witch. Whether or not I had powers didn't mean anything to these people who lived the better part of their lives believing witches...