Morana walked into the condo carrying the air and grace of a powerful witch who had lived through time more than her kind was supposed to. Her slender body made her seem so young, it could be questioned if she was indeed the witch who people knew to be powerful.
The werewolves on guard stared at her as she waltzed in like she owned the very mansion in which they lived in and a frown appeared on their faces just as it had appeared on the faces of those werewolves that had been at the boundary. They knew that witches were not of their kind and they had perceived her even before she came close. Threatened by the very presence of a powerful witch, they growled, glared and barred their teeth at her. It was a very risky way to walk into the werewolf territory and if she was simply no one, she m
