Rosan
I look at master in disbelief.
“But I can’t fight them. You saw how they destroyed and killed the whole pack!”
Surely, he knows this. They all do. Those wolves did not even fight R-pack. How can they expect me to go against them? I don’t even have the so-called powers!
“You are useless anyway. Little witches can do more than you. You might as well die with your pack,” another witch sneers.
I don’t bother responding. I am used to it. A part of me agrees with her. At twenty-two I can’t even cast a spell. They don’t think I belong here. I am the old man’s pet project they don’t approve of.
“You are not going to fight them,” the old man says.
“I am not?”
He literally laughs at me. I know that I am not a competent witch but that still hurts.
“All you will do is steal their h
