"Who are you?" Crysta asked. She didn't know who the witch before her was but she seemed very familiar with who she was.
"I will take care of her, you can deal with him…" She stopped when she got a better look at the man on the ground leaning against the tree as he waited for the huge cut on his back to heal. "Former Alpha Norman of Desert pack," she said with a raised brow.
"You know him?" Azrail asked, not liking the idea of her knowing someone he wanted to kill. If she liked him, then he had another reason to kill.
"Nope. I have only seen his photo and heard his name, this is my first time seeing him," she replied with a shrug of the shoulders. Azrail nodded, relieved that she did not care for the werewolf lying before them.
"That is good to hear," he said.
"How dare you ignore me?" Crysta yelled through gritted teeth. The watch before her was young but she knew she could not underestimate her.
