Book 1: Chapter 21

When I come out of the bathroom, Bronx is sitting at the breakfast bar waiting for me. He's back to his stoic composed self, looking handsome in a tailored blue suit with an eye patch to match and a crisp, white shirt unbuttoned at the top. I sit next to him and place my hand on his arm.

“Bronx, if being trained by witches is the only way to help me, then that is what I need to do. We have to accept that. Elder Henri is right. I don't want to hurt anyone because I don't know what I'm doing or can't control my abilities. I understand your concerns about witches being here, so I think it would be best for me to go to them, if they agree to it. That way they don't have to come here and you don't have to worry about the pack. We just need to come to an agreement with them on what the terms are for me being there.”

He rubs his hands on his face and sighs thinking about it. "Alright, Kas, but it would mean we would have to be apart for a while. Henri's pack is too far away for you to come