Chapter 78: The rise of the forsaken

Selene POV Someone murmured, "A witch?" Another whispered beneath their breath, "An abomination." I grinned. Indeed. A werewolf and a witch. I allowed them to feel the energy I possessed as my inner strength hummed against my flesh. For a few seconds, the torches blazed, burning a deep violet, and then they went back to normal. "This pack's strongest wolf." I watched as terror and realization warped their expressions as I allowed the words to sink in. To his credit, Elder Bastian did not back down. His eyes were calculating as he observed me. "Our enemies have always been witches." I looked him in the eye. "Just because you turned them against you." The werewolf race might have been far more powerful than it is now if you had accepted their strength rather than feared it. I gave a little laugh. But all of you are idiots. Weaklings who hold onto antiquated customs and old grievances. "This is insane," whispered another elder. "No," I clarified, my tone becoming piercin