( Continued From Here)
“‘Who are you’ asked the male stranger to the woman walking alone at night. Do ya honestly think I’m fuckin’ stupid enough ta answer that?” The only reason she was even here was because of a whisper she’d heard of a lower member of the Order of the Cursed being in the area after years of silence from them, and now had done just what she didn’t want to and had been avoiding for years. She’d come face to face with Wyatt Halliwell, The Twice Blessed and according to some prophecy the light to balance out her own dark existence. Great, she really didn’t feel like fighting some entitled witch today.
"Sorry, there's been a rash of killings in the area," Wyatt explained, "by a woman fitting your description." Thank god he had his powers in case he was right and she was the one he was looking for to begin with.
