The rest of the dinner went on with no one uttering a word after Farlo had left, at least not to Arthur. I hadn't either, still having the taunting question from what Farlo said at the very back of my mind.
I could barely gouge his eyes out, let alone kill him. A little, untrained witch like me, would try to kill the Alpha of the Ragmire wolves? If I even succeed, I'll be ripped apart on the spot without mercy.
The questions floated through my thoughts as I played with the scrumptious food on my plate, zoning out and it was obvious with the way my thoughts took over. What exactly was Arthur hiding from me? What was it about what Farlo said that got him so pale?
I thought about it for a while and hard as well. Maybe I do have some potential to do so; maybe that's why I was taken away from the coven once I got to the age of intensive learning and spiritual maturity. He must've taken me out of my domain to inhibit me spiritually.
