Zoe practically stormed ahead, and Harlan was eager to catch up, but I promptly snagged his arm.
âHold on, Harlan.
Whatâs going on? Did you upset Zoe again?â
Harlan rubbed a hand over his forehead, his posture slumping in defeat.
âItâs about my last visit to the Thorn Edge Pack.
I wanted Zoe to come back with me to the Xeric Pack, but she refused.
â
âWait, what?â I blurted out, surprised.
âWhy on earth not?â
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Considering Zoeâs obvious affection for Harlan, her rejection seemed illogical.
A suspicion began to simmer in my mind.
âShe said my sister, Danielle, wouldnât agree,â Harlan explained honestly.
âShe said Danielle would throw a fit if she came with me.
Zoe even claimed Danielle would sabotage our relationship.
â
A frown creased Harlanâs brow as he added, âBut Danielleâs my sister.
I know her.
It sounded like slander to me.
Thatâs what started the fight, and Zoeâs been giving me the cold shoulder ever since.
â
His explanation was cut short by Zoeâs sharp and annoyed voice.
âStop it with the nonsense, Harlan.
â
She swiveled around, her glare cutting through him like a knife.
âI simply have no interest in talking to you.
â
Despite Zoeâs harsh words, a flicker of hope ignited in Harlanâs eyes.
He doggedly followed her.
True to form, his stubborn nature remained unyielding.
Once he caught up, he demanded, âI havenât done anything wrong.
Why are you giving me the silent treatment?â
Zoe rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with exasperation.
âBecause I donât want to talk to you, thatâs all.
Is that so hard to understand?â
âThere has to be a reason! What did I do?â Harlan persisted.
âYou have no clue?â
Their bickering continued unabated until we reached the Xeric Packâs square.
Harlanâs expression finally morphed into a serious one.
Debraâs POV:
The square was filled with witches.
They looked up and whispered among themselves, creating quite a din.
It was noticeable that they all had serious expressions.
Upon noticing us, their demeanor changed.
They fell silent and stared in our direction.
They were all half-blood witches.
I had a nagging feeling that something was off about this situation, and my heart raced.