A Reason To Hate

CHAPTER

THIRD POV

Nordic Wolf had just arrived at the cave where the witches stayed and noticed the once green light which shone across the cave was now purple. She didn’t mind the colors and its meaning, all she wanted was a proper explanation for the demise of her dad.

“How dare you all? I told you I opt out of being a witch and you killed my father!” Nordic Wolf said, visibly angry at their actions. The witches on the other hand didn’t seem to be phased by her nags as they waited for her to finish.

“I loved my dad, he didn’t deserve to die” Nordic Wolf was sobbing as she continued to nag at the witches. The first witch stood up from the rock where she had sat and approached the sobbing Nordic Wolf and cupped her cheeks up, staring directly at her.

“We had to do that to cast your mind from any form of emotional attachment” she said. Nordic Wolf was visibly furious and spit on her face. The witch simply laughed in an irked manner whilst Nordic Wolf wolf came to the surface.

“What do