WILLOW.

Craaash!

“You need to call down,” the punk says as he sips his wine, ignoring my tantrum.

“Easy for you to say!” I snap. “You are not the one whose powers are waning because of a useless brat!” I rant as I throw another vase against the wall.

Once we had cleared up the clearing after self-sacrifice, he had booked for me a hotel close to the Varon pack, where I would be available when the notice for a witch is sent out.

But nothing had been sent out!

It has been three days already and the pack has been silent. Do they not know that she is running...