Marked by the Moon
she began, her voice soft as she closed her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath.
“We’ve gone over the book hoping for a clue about the oak tree, but there wasn’t anything,” I explained, my frustration evident in my tone.
“That’s because we hid it, because we couldn’t trust the Werewolves,” Naomi said, her eyes narrowing as she shot a glare at Bas. “The Werewolves always believed they were immortal, the greatest and most powerful creatures on Earth. But one day, the witches found the oak tree—a loophole given by the universe. When the Werewolves found out, they saw us as a threat, killing every witch they knew and destroying all the oak trees. But there was one. So my ancestors created this bo
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