“Are you insane?” Hughes yelled at Timothy as he frowned. “Do you know what you are getting yourself into?” He questioned angrily as he looked at Timothy before resting his eyes on Conan who he could obviously see the excitement all over his face.
“Did you even ask him why he wants more witches?” Hughes queried disappointedly as he looked at Timothy.
“We already went through that, Hughes.” Conan shrugged as he looked at Hughes before looking at Timothy.
“A lot of us were captured by the most powerful Westside Alpha, Tristan Moore and we suffered till death. Most of us were killed in our coven. Few fled, just like me and there are still others out there. I can’t watch our coven fall to the ground and if we must thrive as a coven, we need to stand as one again, relentlessly.” Conan said
