Chapter 41

• "Endora was not his daughter, I would know that! Besides, witches don't mix with other races, and only those of lower levels venture outside their territories to avoid discrimination from their own people," Asher interrupted, growing more confused with each revelation. "What you're telling me seems to be a very different story from what everyone knows."
• Isobel sat even more firmly in her seat, assuming a pose of superiority that irritated him, but he said nothing.
• "Alpha, I do apologize for disagreeing with you, but you are informed of what we have decided to let everyone know, and nothing more. When the curse fell upon us, there was a part of history that Radolf and I wanted to erase. We hoped that the wounds he inflicted on the witch would be fatal, and with her death everything would be a sad event of the past. But it didn't turn out that way.