Rise of the Rejected Luna

I blinked at Negan, still shaken by the way he had just ruthlessly killed that Hunter without flinching

But Elder Gita didn’t seem to be bothered by the slightest as she stepped forward.

"Well, there are four witch covens within this city, so we could reach out to them and see if we can find this witch who helped the hunters." She remarked thoughtfully.

Negan nodded but added. "Though, on second thought, witches and wolves haven’t been on good terms since forever."

Are we werewolves really on good terms with any other race at this point?

"There’s also the possibility that the witch in question is a rogue." Elder Gita said with widened eyes. "Though witches and wolves aren’t on good terms, a witch wouldn’t want to tarnish the reputation of their coven and risk war with us by aiding the Hunters."

War?

Are they casually talking about war right now? Despite all the chaos happening outside?

I shook my head, using my fingers to gently rub my forehead. "How are we going to begin searching for this mystery witch? Where do we even start?" I lamented.

I stepped away from them, sitting on a chair nearby and sighing heavily. "Why do bad things seem to follow me everywhere?" I asked myself.

My chest tightened when I remembered that my family was still out there and I still hadn’t found them.