Interview With The Witches
Mason's POV(Continued)
“This is a very serious matter. The Grimrock protected ground is on fire. My son’s arm has been burnt! He was attacked.” Mother’s voice rose with each of her words.
The meeting had already begun by the time I crawled behind the rusty old vent. It was clogged and dirty so I couldn’t see anyone, but I could hear them loud and clear, which served my purpose just fine. I just wanted to know what plan of action they agree on, that’s all.
“The ground is forbidden to all Luna.” A high and raspy voice broke into my mother's rant. Flavius. My mind’s eye supplied the image of the burly witch.
He was a bear of a man with salt and pepper hair, a permanent scowl and Heifer’s second in command. He had also fought in the great war that claimed the lives of my mum’s family, which made me wonder how old he really was.