Chapter 67

My feet took me outside for a closer look and Nate followed. I wondered what would prompt a witch to involve themselves in a raid on a were wolf compound. His skills had obviously been useful, but the risk was enormous. The wolves stopped dragging the dead and let me inspect.

I smelled the witch they were dragging. He smelled like sickness and death. The scent clung to his skin like it had been there a long time. I stood there trying to understand why he smelled so rank.

'Didn't you all just kill this man?' I sent the question out to the entire group.

Another voice requested entry into my head and I allowed it. I recognized Lucas's voice, as the large black wolf approached submissively from several feet away.

'I killed the witch, Madam. It was less than an hour ago that I tore out his throat. He was hurling spells at me. One of them injured my shoulder when I didn't move fast enough and some of it touched me.'

'Is that normal?' I asked curiously.