Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty Five

Hati’s POV

The funny thing about owning witches is the fact they can see things we otherwise wouldn’t.

And my witches know their worth, and that is information.

And the information Gretchen has enlightened me to is… worrisome.

There are witches travelling through the packs, looking for the very witch I killed.

And though that shouldn’t be worrisome because I know she’s dead.

Dead, burned and buried.

It does.

Who are these family members that have crawled from under a rock searching for the girl that was tied to my very soul?

When I took the child, I exterminated her whole family, torching their hut. Watching it burn.

So how are there sisters alive and well?

Part of me wants to take them and lock them up to bend them to my will to try and use them as I did Tabitha.

Perhaps their soul might give me something she hasn’t.

Maybe this full ache of sheer unhappiness that I believe is her fallen soul might disperse itself from me once I bond to another.

But Gretchen enlightens me to the fac