Chapter 162 - Nissa

I hate this.

I know that I’ve always wanted to be a tracker. A huntress. One who would take down the bad guys for the good of witches, humans, and other species. I had thought it would be a glamorous life. Like the stories that I’d heard of Arthur and Liv, as well as other brave witches out there.

No one had told me that I’d be slogging through the swamps of Louisiana in the dead of fucking winter for two fucking weeks.

After the first week, Arthur, Winnie, and I had gone back to prepare potions. For stealth, healing, camouflage, and defense. Then, we’d come back on this hellacious game of hide and seek with the Riding Hoods.

Now, after two weeks with little comforts, like hot food, a bed, or a bath, we looked haggard and exhausted. And we smelled even worse. I can only imagine how bad we smell to the wolves with us.

So, yeah. Like I said, I hate this.

The freaking ambushes and near misses with the Riding Hoods didn’t help matters either. Morale in the camp is low