Evelyn’s P.O.V.

“Please proceed!”

I raised my hand before that experienced witch, proving my dad’s blamelessness. This evidence was the last ray of hope, there wasn’t any chance of negligence now.

Aunt Flora and dad had instructed me about my role in this trial. I was praying in my heart for the success of this spell.

That witch slashed my hand with a sharp blade, but the sting of that laceration was overpowered by the merciless stares of the people around me.

I could feel the cocktail of the contrasting energies, ready to take me down. My dad’s words echoed in my mind.

“There would be Lycans and the Werewolf...