He sounded incredibly composed.
I pondered Calebâs intentions.
In a moment of distraction from Gale, I sneaked a peek at Caleb, trying to decipher his plan.
But what I saw next left me utterly astonished.
Caleb had somehow blended in with the werewolves controlled by Gale.
And he was discreetly making his way towards Gale, using the werewolves as a shield.
My nerves were on edge.
Ivyâs anxiety reached its peak as she exclaimed with worry, âCaleb is too close to danger.
What if he gets caught? Heâs in deep trouble!â
I pressed my lips together.
While I didnât want to see Caleb in harmâs way, this seemed to be our only viable strategy under the circumstances.
Moreover, convincing him otherwise might be a futile effort.
I sighed.
âThereâs no going back now.
We need to work alongside him.
â
To keep Galeâs attention off Caleb, I cleared my throat and taunted, âGale, how pathetic youâve become.
â
Galeâs attention snapped to me, her eyes sharp.
I continued, âStripped of your supreme witch status, you now scavenge power from your own kind to cling to strength.
Itâs quite sad and cruel.
I, on the other hand, am strong and independent, not resorting to such lowly and disgraceful tactics.
â
My words dripped with derision.
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Gale, being prideful, couldnât ignore such provocation.
She retorted angrily, âDebra, youâre in no position to ridicule me or draw comparisons.
Youâre oblivious to the sacrifices Iâve made for the witches!â
I narrowed my eyes at her.
My aim was merely to divert her focus, and my remarks were offhand.
It was surprising that she brazenly attempted to justify her actions.
I felt compelled to strip away her pretense.
âSacrifices? Your words are nothing but a cover for your vengeful pursuits.
â
Galeâs expression turned sour in an instant.
I acted as if I hadnât noticed her reaction and pressed on.
âGale, look around at the witches youâve slain.
They went from living beings to mere corpses.
Donât you harbor an ounce of remorse?â
Gale appeared unmoved and scoffed.