Chapter 357
Chapter 357 The Witch’s Gaze
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At that moment, the witch in the black robe was quietly brewing herbs. Her eyes were lowered, her expression calm and composed, radiating an air of serenity.
Perry thought he must have lost his mind.
The woman before him was clearly the witch of the Forest of Tears–mysterious, dangerous, with those rare, vibrant grass–green eyes. But the one he was looking for was a werewolf, an omega with amber eyes.
A witch and a werewolf had nothing to do with one another.
“Must’ve hit my head too hard…” Perry muttered a curse at himself under his breath, shaking his head vigorously to rid himself of such ridiculous thoughts.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward a few paces, then stopped at a distance that wouldn’t make her think he intended to attack.
“Um… thank you for sparing me, and for telling me the value of this potion.” He paused, then asked, “May I ask… is there a werewolf pack nearby?”
The witch’s movements didn’t falter. She didn’t even lift her head. With a hand still stained from the herbs, she casually pointed toward one side of the cavern. A narrow passage half- hidden by vines stretched into the darkness, its destination unknown.
The answer was swift and dismissive, almost carrying the weight of a dismissal.
By rights, Perry should have left immediately. But watching her struggle to crush the hard roots and stems in the mortar, his feet wouldn’t move. After all, she hadn’t killed him when she could have–she had spared him, given him an antidote, even pointed him toward the right path.
“Let me help you finish this.” Without waiting for her reply, he crouched down, picked up a spare pestle, and began pounding the herbs in the mortar. His strength made the work much faster.
The witch’s hand stilled. She turned her head slightly, her green eyes glancing at him for just a moment. She said nothing, but she didn’t stop him either.
The air filled only with the steady thud of the pestle and the faintly bitter scent of crushed herbs.
It didn’t take long.
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Perry set the pestle down and dusted his hands. “Alright, I’m going.”
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He stood and walked toward the vine–covered passage. Just before stepping inside, something made him glance back.
And in that instant, his eyes met hers.
The green–eyed witch was watching him. Her gaze was calm, yet there was something else hidden there, something he couldn’t quite name.
Perry froze.
But the witch quickly turned her head away, focusing once more on the cauldron before her. She left him with only her tranquil profile, as though that fleeting moment of eye contact had been nothing but his imagination.
For some reason, Perry’s heart skipped a beat. He clenched his fist tightly, then turned and stepped into the shadowy passage. Get full chapters from find•novel.net
As he exited, he pulled too hard and tore the vines concealing the entrance, exposing the black void of the cavern mouth. Frowning, he dragged a large stone to block half the opening, then draped more vines over it to disguise the entrance before leaving.
On his way to search for a werewolf pack, Perry came across several groups of wolves. None of them seemed local, and their movements struck him as strange. He didn’t approach, but overheard them talking about hunting someone down.
He paid it no mind. Southern wolves killing southern wolves–what did that have to do with him, a northerner?
Right now, he only wanted to find that omega. And-
To hand the potion to Barry, so Barry could bring it back and break the sibling contract between the Alpha and Ms. Mary.
Just the thought of the Alpha drinking that potion and Shadowmoon Pack finally having a Luna made Perry even more excited. Unlike many of the pack, he deeply respected Aubrey, even admired her. Weak though she was as an omega, she had an unyielding spirit, and more than once she had saved the Alpha from danger.
And beyond that, he couldn’t explain why, but he always felt that Ms. Mary was no ordinary omega. She carried secrets.