Confusion flickers across the stranger's face for a moment before understanding dawns. "Ah, I see. If you saw someone just now, it was likely a manifestation of your own fears. A distraction, meant to throw off anyone who might be following me."
I stare at him, my mind struggling to comprehend his words. A manifestation of my fears? How is that even possible?
Selene pads forward, her nose twitching as she sniffs at the stranger's feet. To my shock, her hackles remain flat, her tail giving a tentative wag. She's never reacted this way to a potential threat before.
He is not a danger to us, but he is not an ally, she tells me.
"What are you?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
The stranger tilts his head, studying me with those unsettling eyes. "I could ask the same of you. Why is a witch running with the Blackwood Pack?"
The word "witch" hits me like a punch to the gut, stealing the breath from my lungs.
