Chapter Twelve

Hector

“Fucking wolf village maidens were going to be the death of me!” I grunted, slamming the door to my room shut so that it shook on its hinges, and alas! What do you know? The witch was waiting for me just off to the side.

“Speak Jules.” I snapped when she didn't immediately speak, watching me instead as I emptied my pockets on the old wood of the nightstand.

“You let her go.” The wally witch mused cryptically, folding her knotted hands under the flap of her servant uniform.

“Anything more you care to add to the headlines?” I chipped sarcastically, whirling away from her to focus on the milk-white cast of the room that looked slightly off.

Like someone had had their nose in my business seconds before I pulled the knob.

I turned to look the cave keeper witch in the eye, my fury hitting the mountain peak of my patience as I felt my fists tighten by my sides.

“Jules, why are you here?” I hissed through clenched teeth, licking the fanged canines that had started to extend dangerously