Aitana's POV
"Who are you?!" I snarled, pressing my claws against her neck.
I should have noticed it earlier; there was no way Daniel would return so soon after he left with Leonardo. Besides, below his usual scent was something else I had been ignoring, something floral.
Was this person a witch? I mused because that was the only explanation that came to my mind.
Wolves couldn't use another person's appearance, but a witch might be able to create an illusion.
"I'm just try-ing t-to help you," they managed to squeeze out as my hold tightened.
"I'm not stupid. Tell me who you are, or else I'm going to snap your neck," I threatened, letting part of Haniel's power out so they knew I was not kidding around.
The figure's face shimmered, the illusion melting away like wax.
I gasped
