The atmosphere in Leticia’s room was heavy with tension as Marisol, Nicole, and Leticia sat in a circle, each lost in their own thoughts. The recent attack by Dark Moon had shaken Leticia up and even briefly had her questioning her alliance with the werewolves.
She’d barely survived that day; Nicole had been so angry that she’d almost snapped her neck in half, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her powers were nothing compared to the witch bane’s.
It’d been so surreal; the thought of her life flashing right in front of her eyes, despite having spent most of it mastering protective spells, still sent shivers down her spine. Now, sitting in a circle with a witch bane and an all-powerful hybrid, Leticia couldn’t help the apprehension she felt. They could end her life here and now if they wanted, after all.
Yet, she forced her nerves down, steeling herself. She’d offered to help the hybrid witch better understand her own powers, and she wouldn’t back down now.
Marisol shifted uncomfortably, a sense of responsibility weighing heavy on her shoulders. She knew that she needed to learn more about her powers if she was going to stand a chance against Guinevere and her forces, but the thought of delving deeper into the world of witchcraft filled her with a whirlpool of emotions—excitement and apprehension taking most of it.
“Leticia. I promise, I’m in a better headspace now, and I won’t try to attack you. I was furious back then and rightfully so, but I understand now,” Nicole finally broke the tense silence, and Leticia responded with a shrug.
She could not let them sense her fear, although it was with a sense of dread that Leticia realized that they could probably read her like an open book, owing to their powers.
“I understand. I would do worse if I were in your shoes.”