101

CHLOE

I changed back to my human form and approached the gray-eyed woman. “Are you really Eleanora Winchester? A-Eleanora.

Winchester who raised my mother?” I couldn't keep the emotion out of my voice. She was the only person who could have the answers I needed. She smiled. "Yes my dear. I am. And I hear her powers have awakened, though they still seem weak. That’s why I’m here – to train you and help you become the future queen of the lycanthropes.”

Eleanora's voice was sincere, melodious and almost mesmerizing. It's the kind of voice that keeps any creature under its control.

“How can I be sure you’re not an imposter? A witch that the hunters sent after me?” I asked, insecurity taking over.

“You have every right to be wary of me, but please believe that I am here for your good and your good alone.” She seemed genuine, but could I trust her?

Yes. She's not a threat to any of us, Rhea said, and we relaxed a little.

“Can you really teach me how to control my powers?” I asked.

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