Chapter 72

“Do warlocks exist?” Agatha asked confusedly.

Then the scenario Aunt Odessa showed me last time flashed in my head—how the werewolves remorselessly took the warlocks’ lives to grant the witches’ request, and how I just stood there, watching as it unfolded in front of me. I remembered the stench of smoke, blood, and the moist ground underneath us. And as I recalled all of it, the warlocks’ screams echoed in my head.

I shut my eyes and swallowed nervously. “They existed. But they’re supposed to be completed. . . gone.”

“Warlocks. The male counterpart of witches,” Giofré pointed out as I nodded in response. “How did you conclude that he’s a warlock?"