Chapter 9. The Plague (1)

Alinta Devereaux

“Enough! We gathered you here for an alliance! And not to start a war!”

All our heads snapped into the doorway, and I couldn’t help but whisper, “Shame.”

Shame not to see a magnificent scene. I truly felt Lila was about to shift. There was no mistaking it.

Luke gave me a look while raising his eyebrow. He might have heard my word. I returned his gaze with a smile before returning my attention to the elder.

The elder looked like a sage. He has long white hair, a white beard reaching his neck, and a pair of crescent moon eyes. He stood confidently with his back straight while holding a staff. And his voice was stiff, oozing a strict personality.

He looked the same as the elders back in our witchy kingdom. They all looked the same. I was once scolded because I called out the wrong name. Up until now, I was wondering how was it my faul