Andrew's Point of View
"I talked to the witch." He says facing me. I see him clutch that transparent bottle in his hand so hard that it looked on the verge to break.
"And?" I ask, dreading his answer.
"It was a concealing potion." He growls and I feel a piercing pain in my chest. It feels like what was left in me has been ripped out of me by her. Now she has left me to bleed and die. Why did she do it? Why?
"Why did she do it?" Miles growls, looking angrier than ever. His wolf is on the surface but mine just sunk in the depth of darkness with sorrow and grief weighing it down and with no solid promise to return.
I stand there, not knowing what to do next. It feels like everything is finished.
"Where is she?" I manage to ask, pulling myself out of grief and sorrow.
I want answers.
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