I snort at her threat. Death would likely be the better option here. After all, it is better that I not have children-- not with the magic my family has. But I just stay back, holding his suit jacket close as I try to warm up.
“I never once said I was going to attack you, Miss Leif.” I state. I’m trying to be as calm as possible as I keep track of my surroundings-- of what I could use if it did come down to a fight. After all, I have no idea how well I can perform my magic with this collar on.
“I’m protecting my pack,” she growls, my eyes rolling as she stands between me and the male that is now behind her. Making the other werewolf groan and tilt his head back to look at the sky.
“Dramatic much,” I ask, cocking my head to the side. “He hasn’t given me a reason to kill him, Miss Leif. If anything, he’s the one that’s least likely to be at the top of my kill list thanks to his sense of humor.”
“Zi-- just drop it,” the male pleads. “Let’s just go start our weekend.”
She looks between the three of us, a deep frown on her face as she moves to walk around Ward. My eyes follow her as I glare her way. “Her kind cannot be trusted. Just because she has a beautiful face doesn’t mean jack-fuckin’-shit. She’s scheming on how to get free, and we all know Twitchers lack any sort of morals when it comes to getting what they want.”
“Says the werewolf who has no problem slaughtering innocent people,” I hiss back as she gets around us, Ward still standing in between us. And despite the collar, I could feel the heat starting to radiate just under the skin. Starting to simmer as I clench my jaw. “Check your own morals before you push your own faults off onto others.”
"No point arguing with 'the help'. Enjoy cleaning toilets for the rest of your life, Twitcher," she snorts after waving a dismissive hand my way. It takes everything I have not to move around Red Eyes and end her.
I came here willingly-- stood down to make sure that there wasn’t any more death on either side. She can’t say the same. With the blood that is starting to dry on her hands, I can only assume that she would have kept going if Red Eyes hadn’t called her off. That sits wrong with me as I seethe quietly, letting him lead me to the registrar so that I can go to my new family. My eyes wander to the other witches that I see walking in the streets.
All of them have collars that looked exactly like mine. Thin black collars with Obsidian and glass beads filled with god only knows what. But unlike me many of them are bruised and look defeated. Their eyes cast downward as they try to avoid looking our way. Adjusting their clothes to try and hide the bruises when they see who I am with. Seeing it makes my heart ache, the heat under my skin becoming worse as I slip Red Eye’s suit jacket off my shoulders.
“Why do you let it happen,” I ask, holding out the jacket for him to take. “You’re the one who brings us in, and you just let them go to people who abuse them?”
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