Chapter 19

As Margaret continued to rummage through her things, Freya leaned closer to Zack so she couldn't overhear her, "Is she always this... creepy?" He pursed his lips, nodded, and whispered, "Last time she tried to pull my cheeks because she thought I was so cute." Freya pursed her lips, but for an entirely different reason. She couldn't imagine this witch, who was half Zack's size, trying to pull his cheeks and cuddle him. "Ah yes, here it's!" Margaret slammed a book down on the coffee table in front of them, causing everyone but Zack to wince. "Sorry, I forgot. Werewolf Obeisance," she said sheepishly, "Let's see. There's something in here about your blood," she quickly flipped through the pages, sending dust particles flying into the air, tickling her nose. Freya held her nose and ignored the urge to sneeze. "Your blood is special, my dear. It's a gift from the four elders themselves," she began, sitting down on the armchair in front of them. "When you say the four elders, you mean...."