Elijah shakes his head. “But it doesn’t bother me. You just saved my father’s life. I’m thrilled you’re a witch, right now. I’m a little annoyed that you didn’t tell me, but I’ll get over that.”
“I thought neither of you would want me because of what I am. I know how you feel, Chogan,” Jayden says, scooping water from the river to clean the blood off his face and hands.
“It’s complicated, though. I hate witches. I hate what I am. My parents, they practiced white magic. They were white witches, respected by our people. They were killed by a dark magic user like Ricky, though not a skin-walker. How was I supposed to know you’d both be okay with me being a witch, when I’m not okay with me being a witch?” Chogan asks.