The Witches

Chapter 12: The Witches

"I just want to die," I emphasized.

"No one will die!" she stepped back when she shouted. "Look at me, look straight." She held my face and made me look at her.

"We are witches, and our family was not just witches. We are royally blooded of the witches ministry before your grandparents died, we the rule the ministry of witches, and backing down was never in our vocabulary. There is no reason to seek death."

"Where are my parents?" but she couldn't answer. "Dead," and I saw her blink and turned into teary.

"Where is my mate?" she only took a huge gulp and put my loose strands of hair at the back of my ears. "Mated to another she-wolf and worse...he wants me to die."

"How about me? Am I not a family to you or important to you?" she held both of my palms and seek hesitation in my eyes.

"What I am?" she blinked and a tear fell in her eyes but I was already filled with numbness. "A half-witch and a half-wolf. Where do I belong? To none. Why I am here