My subordinate hesitated, uncertainty in their expression.
I exhaled deeply.
Their concern was clear.
Initiating the plan would expose the hidden witches within the Xeric Pack, alerting other packs and making our future endeavors more challenging.
However, my options were limited.
Deliberate, slow planning was a luxury I no longer had.
Delaying further would spell disaster, especially as Debra edged closer to becoming the supreme witch, poised to replace me.
The urgency was palpable.
I had to act swiftly!
Resolved, I commanded, âNo more hesitations.
Execute the plan now! We must launch a full-scale assault on the Thorn Edge Pack!â
A hint of ferocity flashed in my eyes as I resolved, âThe Thorn Edge Packâs werewolves, who have wronged the witches, will face our wrath! Itâs time we reclaimed the respect and power due to our kind.
From now on, we donât have to hide our identities in order to survive.
Glory belongs to witches! Power belongs to witches!â
Truth be told, rallying cries werenât my thing, but to ignite my followersâ passion, I needed them.
Only with a vision of a victorious future could they fully commit to the cause, turning into the instruments of my vengeance, ready to receive my accolades.
My words had the desired effect on my subordinate.
She responded with fervor, âGlory belongs to witches! Power belongs to witches!â
âProceed with the battle preparations!â
My mind was awash with excitement and my judgment was clouded by hate.
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At this point, my patience had worn thin.
The methodical planning of yore, aiming for a surefire vendetta, no longer appealed to me.
The logical step would be to eliminate Debra, regain my full strength, and then lead the witches in a decisive strike.
However, a swift end to Debra wasnât feasible, and time was a luxury I couldnât afford.
It was Debraâs rise that cornered me into this predicament, leaving me with no option but to confront the looming peril.
If my demise was imminent, I was determined to drag the Thorn Edge Pack down with me.
If I couldnât have peace, neither would they.
Debraâs POV:
The next day, I visited my fatherâs office building.
Throughout the years, regardless of the circumstances, I rarely asked his assistance.
His impulsive nature and tendency to be provoked made it hard for me to trust him with critical issues.
Even when I was in danger, pursued, and threatened, I didnât tell him about what happened to Gale to avoid him doing something on impulse and causing some unnecessary disaster.
However, the gravity of the current situation exceeded all my predictions.
Galeâs plan was horrendous.
If her plot to ignite a war between witches and werewolves succeeded, the consequences would stretch far beyond the Thorn Edge Pack.
If the mighty Thorn Edge Pack, the strongest among all the packs, fell into the hands of the feared witches, it would spark a war between werewolves and witches.
The fallout would result in a staggering number of casualties.
This would be an immeasurable loss for both witches and werewolves.