84 ELEANOR AND MARIE

"You took out his heart?" Eleanor barked in anger.

Her sister had done it this time.

She had finally crossed the line and there was no going back no matter what.

"Please." Marie rolled her eyes with a laughter. "It's not like I killed anyone."

Then she stopped and she smiled before saying. "Whoops. I always do that. How could I forget?"

And she burst out laughing.

Eleanor and Marie had been born special witches centuries ago.

They were wolves but their main line were witches and it was their job to assist the wolves.

And be good and kind, work with them.

They had grown up with a sect of coven witches, and gone about their usual duties along with other witches.

Eleanor was the elder and Marie was the younger.

Eleanor was the one with the wild streak and Marie had been the kind and calm one.

Things had gone wrong when Eleanor had gone working once and fallen in love with a man.