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Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall. Six large men were summoned by the call. Mathis nodded toward Udora. Linking his hands behind his back as though he were hapless man, and not the one commanding whatever horrible fate he was condemning her to. “No. No! Me! I’m the witch!” I shouted as I clawed at his sleeve. Shouting loud enough I could get everyone’s attention. Mathis looked at the Mayor. “Don’t listen to it. It’s that one's witchery.” He nodded toward Udora meaningfully. "I’ll correct her."

Thin curls of smoke drifted from the chimney and dissolved into the morning air. I glanced at Draven, he was still walking forward with purpose, so I followed him. Right as we reached the entrance of the cabin, the door flung open and a representation of what I could only call a witch doctor stood there. She bowed deeply to Draven and he bowed slightly in return. This witch doctor was different from how I had expected all witch doctors to look. The one at my old pack had been half bent with age and frequently had sand in his hair. But this one was young and in the prime of her life. Her dark hair was braided with silver and red threads, her robes loose and flowing down to the ground. I could

The least she could have was Anabelle, who had become her best friend. The last few days were going to take a toll on her, she realized. She had helped to destroy some of the evil blood drinking witches, and she had realized that Alpha Khal had a reason to hate witches. Quite frankly, she was beginning to hate them too. It was one of the reasons she preferred to be called a healer, because there was no evil bone in her body.

“I’ve never done anything like that before. I’ve only just shifted.” “There isn’t time to teach you properly.” The witch doctor glanced at Anton. “He’ll be dead before the moon rises. But I can guide you through the basics. It won’t be perfect, but it should be enough to save his life.” I stood, still not releasing Anton’s hand. “Please. Whatever you need him to do, teach him. I can’t lose him.” The witch doctor nodded. “Dragon child, come here. Place your hand on the Alpha’s other hand.”

the Doctor orders. “Doctor Andrews, Alpha, if I may speak?” A female asks. I nod and the Doctor gives his permission. “I have mixed heritage. I’m sorry I kept it from you Doctor Andrews. I’m a wolf, but I’m also a witch. May I perform a healing spell on your friend?” She informs us and asks for permission. “Anything to help him,” I tell her. She seems sincere and like she can be trusted. The woman kneels over Damian and places her right hand on his wound and her left hand over his heart. She begins to chant:

But he also wants a doctor who can practice witch medicine, too. He holds up a hand as I open my mouth to protest. "I knowyou're not a witch doctor, Nick. Real, fake, or anything in-between. But you don't have to be. Witch doctoring is all about mixing up potions and tinctures and handing out little trinkets and amulets. You don’t need to fake it; you just need someone else to hand you the stuff and tell you what to do and say.

" Or there may be a spell to hide it. “You can,” Octavius said, nodding vehemently. He snapped his fingers, and his neck, as if preparing to enter a fighting ring." There are several types of wizards and witches in our world. The best are druids, they connect with nature. The wisest are shamans, and also have a great power coming from the earth. But there is the bad side, and those who tarnish the human stories and legends about witches as a whole, who are the supreme sorcerers, and these, your majesty, are the biggest causers of problems in our world. They have an arsenal of incredible magic. They don't need a Grimoire of Shadows to remember the spells and rituals, they ARE the very Grimoir

"I called her because you're not getting any better, Maddox. I don't want to see you always lying in bed. The pack needs you right now, in your best condition, not like this." "Why did you call her? Why not a pack doctor?" Mika folded her arms in front of her chest. She was a short woman, barely reaching the alpha's shoulder. Her red hair reminded me so much of the fire that took my family's life. "A witch healer is our best option,” Hugh explained. Beta Maddox was lucky. He had the option to choose anyone as his doctor or healer. Plus, he won't even care how much hiring one costs. "Come on, Beta Maddox. Why are you acting like this? I did not do anything wrong in our last meeting."

Quickstep signed as he finally gave up after three hours of thinking. "You can choose specialization for the wizard class, host." The system reminded Quickstep. "Hahaha! I almost forgot about that. I want a healer wizard. Hehehe." Quickstep instructed the system. "Affirmative host." The system replied to Quickstep. 1% 2% 3% 99% 100% complete Host: Quickstep Replicated Form: Wizard Doctor (Tier D Early Stage) Abilities: Augmented Regenerative Ability, Healing Magic Estimated Power: 15,000 stars

I stiffened as he glanced at my wrist, then down to the broken bracelets, and his expression shifted slightly. “The bracelets…” He touched the charred remains of the metal, his eyes narrowing. “Witch make. And powerful, too.” Dread slithered down my spine. “There’s only one person I know who could craft such a fine piece of magical artifact.” He looked at me, and his expression became eerily grim. “The Witchdoctor.” My heart skipped a beat, and he snarled, clearly noticing the change in my demeanor. “How do you know her?” He asked, but his voice carried an authority that I certainly couldn’t fight against.