Rise Of The Silver Wolf
Katrina’s father stood silently, his face tense, as they waited.
The witch began speaking, her voice a hushed whisper, her eyes blinking rapidly, almost unnaturally, before she stopped abruptly and turned to face them. “Stolen things do not ever last,” she said, her words heavy, her gaze locking onto Katrina with an intensity that made her shift uncomfortably. Katrina glanced at her father, then back at the witch, a shy smile tugging at her lips, her nerves battling her determination. “I have come to—” she began, her voice shaky, but the witch cut her off, her tone firm and certain. “I know why you are here,” she said, bending over to pick up a small bundle wrapped in cloth. Her fingers move
Hot Chapters