16| Lunar Energy

"Hurt?" Denzel asked, his eyebrows furrowed. He adjusted on the seat, and Nira approached the couch to sit by him.

Nira put her arms around him and stared longingly into his eyes.

"Yes, Denzel, hurt," she repeated.

"I fear for her safety."

Witches and werewolves had quite an exciting relationship. While they were not exactly the best friends or comrades-in-arms, they relied on each other sometimes.

Witches understood the earth, every essence of the fabric that held it together, and so could manipulate it, bend it to their will;

Werewolves looked up to the moon, used the lunar energy to charge themselves up, and significantly increased their strengths. But they each had weaknesses, and the need arose sometimes to seek the other's help.

So when Ezrianna showed up on their doorstep, needing a place to stay and protection, Denzel knew what she was immediately and, by his lupine nature, felt a need to render help as he could.

He assigned a cabin that was within the boundaries of thei