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Diane’s POV. The other two left while Angus narrated their story to me. He had been out of the pack the day of the attack. He said he had found the three others running away. According to them, they were the first three to leave when the attackers arrived. I wasn't aware that my father’s Pack was home to several witches. Witches and wolves don't mix it was said that they had been made extinct years ago by our kind. I knew my father had a big heart but it just warmed me knowing he could do something like that for them. Angus said he had sworn his loyalty to my father after his rescue and worked hand in hand to gather as many witches that were alive at that period, bringing them to leave as mere humans or werewolves who couldn't shift in our Pack. Of everything he told me, what surprised