"There is no different between the village and this place." Ian examined his surroundings with his eyes, the darkness of the night didn't seem to affect and limit his vision, though there were only a little light in the almost empty street. "Just… this place reeks of witches and vampires." He scrunched his nose disgusted by the unbearable smell.
Hope pulled Ian's sleeves, trying to stop him from getting to Lidya's nerves, but apparently the witch in front of them has a better temper than Serefina, because if it was her, she would have turned this strong-headed young werewolf, into something beyond their imagination.
However, aside from his endless complaint, Hope could see in their eyes that the twins were enjoying this new environment, so did she…
