Unable to watch my partner suffer, I decided to unveil my true self and help him regain his vision.
That was when Gale approached me.
Clad in a voluminous black cloak, she arranged a secretive meeting at the edge of the Silver Ridge Packâs territory.
The wind made Galeâs cloak billow, revealing only her eyes, masking her true identity.
Her caution stemmed from a dark plot she was orchestrating, seeking to recruit me into her scheme.
âElsie, as a formidable witch, would you join our cause against the Thorn Edge Pack? Your involvement could ensure our planâs success.
â
Galeâs eyes were filled with determination, but I remained silent.
Noticing my subdued response, Gale placed a hand on my shoulder and conveyed earnestly, âThe witchesâ revenge plan isnât just a fleeting uprising.
Itâs a legacy passed down through generations.
Many have dedicated their lives to its preparation, and by our time, itâs almost set.
Elsie, youâre a gifted witch.
If you choose to join the cause, itâll greatly aid our plan.
â
As Gale shared her thoughts, her eyes sparkled as if she had glimpsed a bright future.
âOnce we take down the Thorn Edge Pack, we can revive the witches and gain power on par with the werewolves.
If not, our descendants will stay hidden like us, never able to come into the open, condemned to a life of secrecy.
â
Galeâs fervor was palpable.
Had I not seen my daughterâs future, I might have been swayed.
But I knew revenge was not the answer.
Destroying the Thorn Edge Pack, a powerhouse among werewolves, could incite fear and provoke a united retaliation against the witches.
Thus, I turned down Galeâs offer.
âRevenge isnât the solution.
Even if we succeed momentarily, it will only spark a never-ending cycle of revenge.
The remaining members of the Thorn Edge Pack will seek vengeance, just like weâre doing now.
It will only fuel more hatred and violence between us and werewolves.
â
Gale replied confidently, âThat wonât be an issue if I eliminate every last one of them.
Her tone was cold, showing no regard for the lives at stake.
I was shocked, yet relieved.
Since the Thorn Edge Pack had almost wiped out the witches, many held deep grudges against them, uniting in their desire for retribution.
They claimed their actions were to secure a brighter future for witches.
But it was clear to me they were mainly venting their deep -seated anger.
I chose not to tell Gale that my daughter was destined to bridge the gap between werewolves and witches.
Knowing that such deep-seated hatred wouldnât vanish overnight, I didnât try to change Galeâs mind about her vendetta.
Instead, I simply shared, âI have a family in the Silver Ridge Pack, and Iâm happy.
Iâve lived well by hiding my true self.
I wonât join your vendetta against the Thorn Edge Pack.
â
Gale looked at me skeptically and said with a hint of scorn, âYouâre living in a fantasy, Elsie.
The happiness youâre experiencing is temporary.
The moment your witch identity is exposed, youâll face dire consequences.
Even your husbandâs love wonât save you.
â
At that time, I didnât take her warning seriously.
Yet, later, when Eduardo confined me after learning about my witch identity, I understood how naive I had been.
I learned that love might not withstand severe tests.
During my confinement, Gale visited again, offering her proposal without a hint of surprise.
âElsie, come and seek revenge with us.
Your husbandâs love is just a facade, and his promises are empty.
Stop holding out hope for him.
â
I was torn about leaving, yet I recognized Galeâs potential to offer guidance that could benefit my daughter.
So, I didnât accept or decline outright.
Instead, I expressed my concerns.
âIâm worried about my daughter.
Iâve seen sheâll face significant challenges.
Gale, how can I prevent her destined suffering?â