Liam and Wilona were by my side as we strode to the WitchWolf’s Apothecary. For some reason, I was afraid of what I would learn about my fate but determined at the same time. I needed answers to why an ordinary girl with no will to live suddenly got tangled up in some fantasy bullshit that I could not run away from—even though I so desperately wanted to.
As Liam nudged the door open for us to walk in, my senses were immediately greeted by the sweet scent of the earthy aroma of the room. As I looked around, my gaze was immediately captivated by an array of plant vases, each a diverse species.
They each hung on every corner of the wall.
A towering bookshelf lined the walls, filled with ancient books, providing an air of wisdom to the room. The huge room had a maximalist interior and exuded a medieval charm. At the far end of the room, a counter stood with a woman sitting behind it.
“I knew you'd come sooner,” she said, cracking a smile. As we approached the counter, my eyes widened in astonishment as I saw the woman clearly.
This was supposed to be the oldest Wolf in the pack?
Her skin, which I had expected to be filled with wrinkles and warts, was spotless and snow white, giving her skin a translucent quality. Her slender frame reminded me of a 1900’s supermodel. She was strikingly beautiful with her long gray hair, and she appeared to be around 40 years old. What intrigued me more were her eyes, which were a unique shade of purple.
“Hello handsome,” she cooed, as she played with Liam’s face, tugging at his cheek like a child. A sly smirk played on his face and it made me wonder if they had something going on.