“Have you created a spell for werewolves yet?” Before I could answer, he curled his lip with a touch of disgust. “Probably not. I’ll bet we’re lowest on your priorities.” Offended, I crossed my arms and scowled back at him. “You don’t know anything about me.” His expression went cold, rigid. “Known enough of your kind. The only way to get something we need from witches is to take it.”
