AMELIA's pov

Every werewolf present here looked so miserable and drained. But there was a particular one that I was looking for.

"Miranda! "I yelled the name of the witch's sister. The one I was asked to find. I just knew she had to be among the werewolves here. "Miranda!" I called again and this time, a weak voice responded.

"I'm here." She said the voice weakly and I quickly rushed toward her. Her eyes were swollen and tired, and I felt so much compassion toward her.

"Hi, Miranda. ...