Witches were particularly sharp against werewolves – their natural enemy. But against a freak of nature like Diana Ritchell, who was a part witch and a pure werewolf? Witches did not even blink when she dashed past them.
From the moment Diana jumped off from the tree she was perched on, she followed the thread of fate. It was the instinct wherein her wolf, Teshin, was giving her the instructions from the back of her mind.
Her eyes gleamed with desperate glint. Bordering between red and blue, Diana continued to flick her left wrist as she trudged into the building of the Genesis Coven.
A sense of desperation added with the primal instinct to protect her mate and, of course, a touch of forgetting magic were mixed in. Thus, it created this bizarre situation.
In her mind, a spell continued to chant – Chalimto.
