Tabitha watched helplessly when the vampire commander lifted the severed head of that black wolf in the air as if he was displaying some showpiece.
She clenched her fists and silently cursed her 'powerlessness' in that situation, "I was a fool to think that I could defend him before he got killed. I blinked and that maniac was already holding his head…"
The High Priestess had thought that she could use some of her spells to protect that werewolf when he got slammed down to the ground by that commander.
However, her eyes were barely able to keep up with Jonah's speed and before she knew it, the werewolf was already dead.
Tabitha was the witch who mostly looked calm and serene. Her voice was always soothing to the ears. However, upon seeing the brutality of that vampire commander, a deadly storm raised inside of her.
