Chapter 37: Dark Witch

Max frowned. He wasn’t sure of what the woman meant with that, or if it was a trap even.

“Who are you?” he managed to ask, and realized that his senses had returned now that he could hear everything around. Fitz moved uneasily by his side, but Max didn’t dare to turn to his side to check on him.

In fact, Max thought he wouldn’t be able to, even if he wanted. It felt like the woman was bewitching him somehow, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

With his question, she seemed offended, but laughed right after the initial shock.

“You lowborn wolves,” she spat out. “I should be offended by that question. But I assume I should cut you some slack, since your species don’t seem to be that intelligent after all.”

Max held his gaze on hers.

The woman straightened her posture even more, her long black hair slightly floating around her. It was almost as if she was levitating, her dress flitting around in slow motion.