Lost in thought as Cassandra’s words linger fresh within my mind, I stroll back to the barely used room with Dakota at my side in order to gather up our scarce, unpacked belongings in preparation for our premature departure. Before we vacate the Oracle's premises, we make our way towards the emptying dining hall to grab a quick bite to eat while Marie and Blair tidy up a few loose ends that need addressing, readying themselves to join us. Thrown off guard, I find myself ambushed by the curious witches residing within the Institute while they congregate around - descending upon me as if they were a flock of birds and I were their unexpected prey, all keen to speak with the mysterious wolf who had just received the treasured crown that was locked away carefully within their vault.
As if he
