Malia
Ty had been quiet all day, and while he’d assured me he was okay and just needed time to process, it felt like he was still holding something back. I hated that he was so anxious about the witches, I knew the tea didn’t exactly go as we had hoped but there was something about Magdalena that made me want to trust her. She’d called me family, and in a sense I guess we sort of were. If I was part witch, and part werewolf, shouldn’t I be a part of both worlds? Couldn’t I find a way to unite the two and avoid this war that my grandmother was obsessing about?
It wasn’t until Ty’s warning to the pack rang through that my anxiety really started to build. His silence towards me became deafening, I hadn’t heard any of his thoughts all morning and now suddenly the forest was off limits? Not
