JANA
I waited for Brittany to untie the shackles on my foot. I'm curious about her plans because she stopped in front of me and her eye colors kept changing from blue to silver.
"She's a witch," Anaya, who rose to take charge, said.
My wolf snarled as we watched Brittany open her two palms and spread her arms wide.
We can't trust her, as I've already stated. "Pretend you're under her control right now," Anaya yelled angrily.
I took her advice and I didn’t bulge and I pretended as if I'm not in the right frame of mind. She appears to be attempting to exert control over me, but I'm puzzled as to why all of her actions had no effect on me.
"Because you are special and protected," Anaya replied when she heard my thoughts.
"Does that mean Brittany is unaware of it?" I asked her softly.
