Odessa's POV
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"Isaiah. Governor Daniel." My lips curled into a broad smile when the leaders of Mexico City walked toward me, slithering past the huge crowd of Elite witches and soldiers gathered.
I stood in the middle of the pack house compound, donned in a silver sleeved gown that blew into the wind.
The skies rumbled with thunder as storm clouds gathered, adding to the anxiety I already had. That plus the cacophony of soldiers murmuring solemnly outside the compound gates.
Maybe talking to these men in power would cheer me up.
"Luna Queen Odessa." Isaiah bowed, placing his right hand on his chest with the sassiest smile he could give. "I never imagined we'd meet again so soon."
Isaiah was the head witch enforcer of Mexico City, a man who nearly clashed with Kaelos back when we went there to uncover the truth on the captured wolves.
The young witch was dressed in a stylish black suit with several crystal chains attached, as well as a plain white inner shirt.
