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After that fateful night in New Jersey when Vladimir's head had been unceremoniously freed from his neck, the Soul Ministry had kept their silence. Vladimir's pack had ran off, believing that their Alpha had died. No one in the Other Worlds knew about the bastard's resurrection apart from me, my friends, and the Soul Ministry. Looking back now, I realized that Minister Addersworth never confronted me about the matter. I guess he was just thankful that the bastard wolf was no longer a problem. Well, not for long, it seems. Greta turned around, her dark robe flapping in the wind as she did. On her either sides, the other witches did the same. Once again, the First Witch drew her hood away from her face. Even from a distance, I saw the unbridled anger brewing on her visage. "Why are you