#Chapter 385: Grotesque

Olivia As I sat in front of Jenifer in the form of the witch, I felt stunned, like I was frozen to my spot. “Well?” Jenifer asked, taking a step back and holding her arms out. “Suits me, don’t you think?” “What suits you?” I managed to stammer with a defiance that I didn’t quite feel. “The persona of an old hag with a penchant for evil? Yeah, I’d say it suits you perfectly.” Jenifer’s eyes flashed with something that almost looked like rage, but only for a moment before she composed herself and returned to her smug demeanor once more. But in that moment, I felt it; another surge of my wolf’s strength. She was returning, albeit slowly, from whatever spell Jenifer put us under. I was almost certain that with just a little more time, I could fight my way out of here. I just needed to stall for a little while longer. I needed to keep Jenifer talking. “So tell me,” I said, taking advantage of the fact that Jenifer loved hearing her own voice, “how did you manage all of thi