Chapter 82

Third person POV

Rachael's heart was pounding in her chest as she walked through the sidewalk towards the witch's cottage.

She had never been to the east end of the palace before, let alone visited the witch.

But she had to know the truth about Lucien and Reynaldo.

As she approached the cottage, she saw the witch sitting inside, stirring a pot that had a foul odor.

The witch looked up and cackled as Rachael approached.

"Well, well, well," the witch said, her eyes flickering over Rachael's wolf and witch hybrid form. "What kind of abomination are you... a witch... a wolf?"

Rachael stepped back, feeling uneasy. "I'm a hybrid," she said. "And I'm here to ask for your help."

The witch cackled again. "Oh, I see. You want me to cast a spell or brew a potion or whatever it is that witches do. And what do I get in return?"

Rachael thought for a moment. "I'll do whatever you ask," she said.

The witch raised an eyebrow. "Anything?"

Rachael nodded. "Anything."

The witch glanced down at Rachae