Chapter 39

AMELIA

I can't believe my eyes as I stare at the gown in amazement, then back at Ethel as she returns the crooked wand to her pocket. On closer look, it doesn't even look like there's a pocket in her gown. The wand just seems to disappear inside her clothes. "You... you are a witch?" I stutter, still in disbelief.

"Yes, I am, but if you do not need to change the gown, then -"

I run my fingers through my hair as I recollect the moment when I met her for the first time. How did I not see that, despite her hearing impairment, she seemed to fit in perfectly? Here I was thinking that she was a she-wolf like me, but she wasn't, and Atlas knew this.

Did the other workers in the mansion also know that she was a witch? "I am sorry," I apologize for the way I am currently looking at her. "Who else knows about this?"

"His beta, Enzo," Ethel replies, bowing her head to me. "I wanted to tell you, but the Alpha thought it best to wait a couple of days before I do."

"And why is that?" Why woul