Una
The first couple of witches slowly tentatively start to make their way out of the cage and it breaks my heart. Kier has not been kind to them, they are emaciated, dirty, pale. A shell of their former selves.
I jump with fright at the almighty angry roar that Aldous emits suddenly. Looking around I see no imminent threat but as he repeats the roar I realise it is filled with anguish and it is a word.
“Mate’ my eyes widen and I look at the woman who is now cowering on her knees in front of him. s**t! She doesn’t understand what’s happening here, she traumatised and scared and he is roaring like a madman displaying his own pain.
I push past Zac and crouch down, her once warm brown eyes are dull, her long caramel hair lank and matted, olive skin now pale and ghost like. Through all o
