Chapter 357 The Witch’s Gaze

Third Person POV

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At that moment, the witch in the black robe was quietly brewing herbs. Her eyes were lowered, her expression calm and composed, radiating an air of serenity.

Perry thought he must have lost his mind.

The woman before him was clearly the witch of the Forest of Tears–mysterious, dangerous, with those rare, vibrant grass–green eyes. But the one he was looking for was a werewolf, an omega with amber eyes.

A witch and a werewolf had nothing to do with one another.

“Must’ve hit my head too hard…” Perry muttered a curse at himself under his breath, shaking his head vigorously to rid himself of such ridiculous thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward a few paces, then stopped at a distance that wouldn’t make her think he intended to attack.

me the value of this potion.” He paused, then asked, “May I ask… is there a werewolf pack

she casually pointed toward one side of

swift and dismissive, almost carrying the weight of

struggle to crush the hard roots and stems in the mortar, his feet wouldn’t move. After all, she hadn’t killed him when she could have–she


me help you finish this.” Without waiting for her reply, he crouched down, picked up a spare pestle, and began pounding the

green eyes glancing at

only with the steady thud of the pestle and the faintly bitter scent

It didn’t take long.

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the pestle down and dusted his

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vine–covered passage. Just before stepping inside, something made

in that instant,


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