Chapter 18: The Stories Of The Witches.

Long ago when I was a little girl before the werewolves attacked the village, I once used to call home. My dad used to tell me stories about witches that dwelled not too far from our village in the hoods, where no sounds were made, no wind blew and everything was still there, even the waters. He used to tell me stories about witches with unbelievable abilities that were very strange to us humans. Witches that had the powers to see the future, to heal, to speak to the dead, and possess the soul of us, humans. I used to be scared of these frightening stories, but soon I had gotten to love them. Knowing that there were beings with such unique abilities

I didn't know if these stories were really true, these stories were just stories told by my father's parents and then he told me as they told him when he was too young.

"Witches, in the hoods from my old village," I told Alpha Deucalion.

I thought Alpha Deucalion would be interested in my response but he just walked away.

I chased him.