I was acutely aware of the strained reception my presence elicited within the confines of the Cross Pack. The ambiance in the cabin, shared with the elderly witches, hovered in a nebulous realm – not openly hostile, yet far from welcoming. My father had forewarned me of this, cautioning me to be ready to defend myself if the need arose. Despite the premonition, the elders before me didn't emanate a palpable threat. They were aged, their demeanor more stoic than aggressive.
Seated on the cushioned floor, I braced myself for the unknown. The elders, while not overtly hostile, maintained an air of stern formality. My father's counsel echoed in my mind, a lingering reminder of potential danger. Emily, despite her hostility towards me, dutifully responded to their silent request, fetching a gl
