Hope’s pov
I lay on the floor panting, exhausted and drained beyond imagination, I couldn’t even move my fingers, she had taken everything from me and keeping my eyes open felt like the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. The witch that found me in the forest when I ran from my home took me back to an old, run down house, barely holding itself together, without even asking my name, she bound me to a chair with magic. She made a circle on the floor with salt and trapped me inside it. “I have been trying to channel the rogues you found me killing out there, it’s no use. Once a wolf breaks their connection with a pack, they lose their mind and break the connection with the moon goddess, not much magic or life left to harness but you my little witch, you just ooze magic” she said giggling like
