Who was this creature? Aedre had never come across or heard of a shapeshifter that was not associated with Flemeth or her daughters. This man, though she did not doubt that the Witches could disguise themselves in a male body, was not what she was expecting at all. He had not shifted and forced her hand. In fact, for having a knife at his neck, Garrett was quite a pleasant wolf.
"If you are not a returning Witch, then what are you?" she demanded, loosening the pressure she had applied to the knife. She did not trust the man in front of her, but her former idea of removing his head was slowly fading. "I do not believe that men who take the form of wolves are common."
If he could convince her that he meant no harm, Aedre would let him escape her grasp. But until then, she was not entirely convinced of his innocence in being Flemeth. Or that he was somehow working for her. At that thought, she immediately became paranoid that Flemeth was somehow watching them. Her eyes began moving from left to right, and when she saw nothing then, began moving her head. While she believed Flemeth could certainly make herself unseen with barely any effort, it eased her mind to look.
“Is she with you?” she breathed, hoping that Garrett did not hear the terror in her voice. She had been warned of the Witches since childhood, and that fear had never dissipated. When outsiders dared to call Aedre a witch, she sincerely wished she could instill the feeling of danger that Flemeth could. “Where is Flemeth?”