Caleb/Colt

Mircea and the other knights lead me to a room that is clearly used by a dark witch. The shelves on the walls are stacked with all sorts of jars filled with plants, animal parts and other stuff that I don’t recognize, crystals, and many other things witches use to make spells, potions, parchment, and whatever else they do. The scent of evil makes the hair on the back of my neck stand.

The witch, the same one who gave me the healing potion before I left for the Nether Realm, is in front of a table, stirring something in a small cauldron.

‘We shouldn’t drink anything that is given to us,’ my wolf advises me.

While I agree with him, I don’t see how we can get out of this.

“Queen Lamia wants you to erase the past months from his mind,” Mircea says to the witch.

After adding some dried plants to the caldron, the witch says, “Have him sit; I’ll cast the spell in a moment.”

Something about her casting spells on me makes my whole body tense, and my wolf and I let out a low growl.

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