-Henry-
Anthony's voice was filled with desperation, "Can you wake her up? What happened to her? Who is she?"
Suddenly, Esmée's Griffin came flying to her shoulder, thankfully he was much smaller now. My little sister nuzzled him sweetly, and nodded.
"Iovis said that she is a special witch. The bad Alpha took her energy, her magic, and sy-syphoned her. He did it for a very very long time and today he did it so much that he almost took her life force as well," Esmée explained, looking at the Griffin.
"Is she a Dark Witch?" Anthony's face was contorted with sorrow and worry. He was probably fighting an inner battle. Considering whether it mattered who or what she was, or if the only thing that mattered was that she was his.