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As Jessica stepped out of the room, a smile stretched across her lips on seeing the new, visibly clean clothes already lying on her bed.

She could tell it was Vanessa who left it there and with a grateful gesture, she wore the clothes, and when she done, there was a knock at the door. Peering up with confusion in her crimson red eyes, she opened the door and met face to face with a young woman bearing a tray of food whom she didn't know.

Must be the Omega Vanessa told her about.

She wanted the Omega to come in at that moment and place the tray on the bedside table, but she noticed how apprehensive and scared the Omega was. Probably from recognizing her as a witch, so she just calmly took the tray from her trembling hands.

"Thank you..." She started to say, but the girl quickly left and Jessica sighed, wondering how different things would be if werewolves and witches weren't nemesis.

Typically, witches would blame werewolves, but she was blaming her kind. They were the ones who ba