Chapter 33

• DAVID
• Pulling off a chill demeanor was near impossible but I did my best to conceal any cracks in my act. I certainly could not let them know. Telling Elder Quentin would mean Satake would get to know, then all things were sure to go to hell then. The Alphas of the Crow pack did not know I existed and that was a good thing because who knew what would have become of me. I needed to keep things that way. If the Primrose elder knew, Jason would hear of it. The man was frightened of Jason and the reason beat me because Elder Quentin was an old one. He knew tremendous spells. They could not be as great as the ones my family had gathered over the years but he had experience and powers beyond my imagination. I believed if the elder wanted to, he, along with the other court elders could wage a war against the high and mighty werewolves. There would be casualties but the witch kind would have victory. I was certain of it.
• "Thank you," Satake said, intruding on my train of thoughts. I stopped as we reached the non-descript front door, I could feel the nerves I’d managed to squash earlier resurface. I despised looking into that man's face. As much as I did not want to admit it, Satake Crow did things to me. Things I could kill to get out of my mind. It was almost a blessing he was not human or a witch. But he was not a werewolf either. I felt a shudder dance through my spine upon remembering that Satake was a relic. I turned to him and so did Elder Quentin, just to hear him out.