"If you didn't intend to do anything, you wouldn't have dared come here, speak to a crowd of werewolves and shadow souls, and then ask them not to drag you into the Oakencrowns and kill you right under it." Ava confronts Thea with facts. "What are you going to do, Thea?"
Thea smiled, then replied, "I'm just asking for mercy from those who wanted to kill me —dragged me under the sacred oakencrown."
"Oh ya?"
Ava didn't believe Thea's answer. It sounded so clichéd and unlike her because Ava knew what Thea was like.
Thea nodded. "No one has the right to my life other than myself and Moon Goddess."
It sounded convincing, but half-dead, Thea held her body from trembling when telling a lie to Ava, who already knew how much she knew herself, even more than Esme and Julien.
Ava and Thea returned to the hut in the middle of a sea of tulips of various colors.
