"What if I decline?" Raine didn't take the bottle that stopped mid air as she looked at the witch. Is she a dark witch?
"Do you think you can?" The witch mused out loud, pinching her chin as she reciprocated Raine's gaze.
Raine didn't want to concede in this argument. "Tell me, where is Torak?" She questioned firmly.
Since she had ordered to kill the witch, the future had been altered. In her previous vision, it was Belphegor, Jenedieth and the witch that were meeting the witch from the blue moon pack, inside a place like a bar, but now it turned out this way and Raine felt at a loss slightly.
Yet, she knew that giving them her blood wasn't a good decision, as a small drop of her blood alone could result in a chaotic situation like what had happened back then with the police.
And now they demanded a full bottle of it… What kind of army were they planning to make out of it?
