Half The Truth

The old witch,

Valinne,

Helena.

It couldn't be possible, there's no way in hell and back that Helena could be her but the proof was standing before me. She had taken another’s form and had been living in the pack for so long.

I had no idea she was so powerful and I wondered where she got her powers from but a small voice reminded me that she was a sorcerer who had been abandoned by her own people for using forbidden magic. Valinne - Helena - would be able to do anything for power.

She chuckled at my expression, her face a display of sheer joy at my locked-up state.

“You are pathetic, child. An embarrassment to your mother.” She said, shaking her head disapprovingly.

“And you are a sad woman whose hunger for power will never be satiated.” I retorted.

Her grin grew larger. “And who says I want it to ever be? With the lack of craving comes living a mundane life and thus ending up just like…” Her eyes ran me over with extra disgust for impact. “You,”

“And it'll be better for me to be here