Chapter Thirty seven

  Satake woke up screaming. The grim atmosphere seemed to join him in his anguish as lightning forked carelessly through the sky and heavy rumblings followed. Satake sank to the ground, pulling his legs against his chest with his arms, remembering that awful night. As much he despised witches, Satake had almost forgotten how horrifying that night was. He remembered the flames that had engulfed the forest the minute he stumbled on the Crow brothers. They and a few were the only survivors of that night's massacre. Satake curled further as crystal droplets began to fall from the sky. Familiar fear of ending up like hai parents began to assault him. More importantly, it broke Satake that he was nothing like the Crows. The thought crashed in his mind but he could barely let it slip. Growing up, Satake has seen shifters psychologist after psychologist trying to figure out why he couldn't shift. He had been diagnosed with OCD in his preteen years at the orphanage and later his inner w