Natalia’s POV
All night, I thought about the Omega’s suggestion. Witches in the territories were typically known as con artists and fakes, but in Bloodmoon? Where our people were born with unique and powerful capabilities? I couldn’t entirely rule it out.
By the next morning, I had made up my mind. I decided to give it a shot, even if it felt a little frivolous to be worrying about my marriage when the world was still recovering from a war.
The witch doctor’s tent was easy to find. It was sitting near the center of the refugee camp, marked with hanging bundles of dried herbs tied together in various shapes of effigies and charms.
I stood outside for a moment, second-guessing myself. This felt insane and like an overreaction, but after months of coldness and distance from the man I lov
