Her aura receded. “I apologize.”
The twins stared at her in silence. Their expressions were guarded. They remembered every whisper, the stares at school and all the accusations.
They had been expelled without cause, judged without being heard and worse, humiliated in front of their peers. Their small hands trembled behind me.
I released a bit more witch aura, mixed with the herbal scent in my palm. The fragrance reached them first. It was the same one I used whenever I wanted to calm their wolf spirits at home.
I placed a hand on their shoulders. “Werewolves must keep their promises,” I said gently. “But they should also know how to forgive.”
The reminder settled their breathing. Both boys looked up at me. Their fear faded, replaced by strength and they stepped forward on their own.
