A witch

Joseph, who had been watching the entire altercation, reached for his heart. If it could, it'd have popped out of his chest by now. He thought of shifting to his wolf form when he saw that Ingrid was outnumbered and called for help. To his surprise, It seemed she had everything, perfectly under control.

"She's a fucking witch" he gritted his teeth. He was between a rock and a hard place. He didn't know what to do at that moment and the only thing resonating in his mind was tell Pharrell. But on the other hand, he didn't have the heart to because he'd kill her himself if he found out.

The woman was a walking dead. She was in dangerous territory. He sighed, raking his hand in his black hair before he limped forward.

"Ingrid, you are…" he didn't even have the right words to say when he saw her. Her skin was busy reforming back to its glow. It had peeled off and caused her to have some scrubs. Her eyes were still hollow and bleeding. Her fangs had been extracted.

She watched in pure horro