Chapter 108

We’d stuffed the trunk with the weapons the dwarves gave us, with the three knives tucked somewhere beneath our clothes just in case something unwanted happen. We were quite grateful for what the dwarves had done to us—it was more than what we anticipated. Alongside those weapons, Wendy secretly handed me a bottle of potion which I tucked inside the pocket of my coat. It was quite delicate, and I wasn’t sure if the glass was strong enough to handle so much force, but I was keeping my fingers cross that it wouldn’t break.

After we’d left the village which seemed like an hour ago, I decided to drive us to the mountain of witches to, again, ask for another help. Out of desperation, grief, and fleeting anxiety, I was willing to do whatever it took to bring peace to not just the werewolves, but to everyone. I was also clinging to the hopes of getting Giofré back, despite what the dwarves told me—they stated that it was impossible. My aunt was my only chance to make