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"Have you got a minute?" asked the witch when she saw me in the kitchen.

She was a constant presence in the house. Everyone treated her with respect, my brother had let her live here even though we wolves were not very sympathetic to witches. Everyone knew they were liars and thieves in many cases. But she must have been useful to Goth, because he always did what was best for the pack.

"Tell me." I replied dryly. Meanwhile, I started to make myself a sandwich. I was very hungry, a wolf of my size had to eat well. My hunting time was at night, when I went out into the forest to look for my prey.

Like the days before, my puppies were training with their uncle. Goth gave them a fancy training. They were growing up fast, and soon they would have to fight their own battles. In a world with so many hunters, they would soon have to fend for themselves.

We hadn't heard from the hunters' camp for almost a year. But surely they were planning something. We, too, had planned our strategy. Soon th