CHAPTER 87 - DIRECT CONFLICT WITH THE DARK WITCH

I rose, standing tall like a werewolf, with sharp claws ready to tear her apart.

“Child, don't be audacious; we don't want to kill you just yet.” The witch's eyes sparkled with deep darkness. “It's not the time yet, is it? Come with us, your destiny awaits.”

“Go exactly where?” I growled, filling my hands with light magic. “What do you mean by 'they won't kill me yet'?”

“You've always been so curious, haven't you, Sophie?” The witch smiled, revealing rotting teeth, while impatiently staring at me.

I lowered my hands, sensing a faint familiar tone in her voice—my mother's voice. I recalled that out-of-body experience and the revelation she had brought me.

“Mom?” A tear rolled down from my fierce eyes, wetting my facial fur. “Is it really you?”

The witch raised her chin even higher toward me in a defiant pose.

“Who do you think I am, hybrid?” She asked with disdain, toying with dark magic in her fingers, her eyes completely black.

“Philippa!” I swallowed hard, realizing her indifference