KILLIAN'S POVI was possessed by a witch. How? I have no fucking idea.I felt ashamed.To have your entire existence possessed by something vile, something mad, which can take over and control you at any time was horrible. I refused to be around anyone. Especially not Celeste, scared that it might hurt her in the process. She had knocked on the door to her room for more than an hour, but I refused to let her in. I locked myself in here and let whatever it was, unleash its fury at the room and not my mate.It hurt to shut her out, but at the moment, and not until I find a way to get rid of it, that's the best thing to do. Keep myself away from her and everyone I l
JEREMY'S POVThis wasn't the plan. The witches, after getting what they wanted, have been going against everything we have agreed on without hesitation. For instance, it was in our agreement that they weren't going to attack anyone in the pack but Killian. They have bridged that. They went ahead and attacked some lone, defenseless wolves that were roaming the border at an odd hour. Why did they do that? They weren't giving me reasons and had simply dismissed any act of mine trying to remind them of our agreement. Only then did I realize that getting involved with these people without a backup plan might be a bad idea. They not only want to take Killian down, they want to take over the pack. I don't want that, I don't want to be ruled by creatures of the night. So I decided, on my own, that I was going to come up with a second plan just in case that one fails. The first step is to get werewolves by my side, just as they have each other. And what's the best way to do that if not to g
KILLIAN'S POVWith each passing day, these witches made me loathe them even more. I did not go deep into this to realize that this is their work. They have somehow smuggled their way into my pack and were using that opportunity to try and torment not only me, but my mate. "Listen, Celeste, I will try and keep him distracted, I want you to run, lose him. This is all an illusion, and the minute he can't control what you see, it will all fade away, do you understand?" Luckily, I managed to cushion her fall, and she didn't sustain any major injury. She shook her head vigorously. "I am not leaving you here, I can't. It's not right." "I told you it's an illusion. No one is getting hurt, and we will all be fine by the time we break out of his spell. Please trust me, okay?" This time, she nodded hesitantly, and I helped her up. "Head as far away from us as you can. The minute he can't control what you see, that's it. I will also get myself out after you have successfully gotten away." I g
CELESTE'S POVIf I knew where I was or what was going on, tackling this stranger would have been a lot more easier. But coupled with that confusion, I also don't know who he was or what he wants with me, with us. So I just stood there and watched him. His height was the highlight of his physical appearance, too tall to be considered natural. He backed off a little after I did, and moved his hand to his face when I also did. It takes no genius to understand that he was mirroring every expression and movement of mine. Even the smile on his face had slowly dissolved away, replaced now with a look of horror and confusion just like mine. "Who are you?" We asked at the same time. I shook my head and stepped back a bit; he stepped back too. I didn't even realize I had moved my hand across my chest until he did. I thought nothing could scare me again after all I have seen and encountered. But this, this was simply beyond me. "What do you want from us?" We yelled at each other again at the
CELESTE’S POV“I knew something was wrong. From the minute he drank that antidote, he has been acting up.” I cried to the doctor, who stood beside Killian’s form on the bed. Sam managed to get him to snap out of whatever trance he was in, and since then, he has been unconscious. “I can’t say this is the aftermath of the antidote. It is known only to cause tiredness and nothing as serious as changing your body structure. This is strange…” He frowned at Killian, who had been sweating so much despite the generous wind circulating the room. “What do you think of the whole situation?” Sam spoke. He has been quietly seated at one corner of my room, observing, since he managed to bring Killian back to his senses. “I can’t say, to be honest. A wolf changing its fur colour overnight?…..”“And voice, too,” I added. “It…..it’s unsettling. I have to look into it deeply.” He kept his head down as he spoke. “You aren't telling us everything, are you?” Sam jolted up from his seat and strolled t
SAM’S POVI wanted the throne for myself, that’s clear as a cloudless sky. But that doesn't change the fact that Killian is my brother, and no matter how much I despise it, how much I tried to shove it in the back of my mind, there is still this part of me that cares about it. Small? Sure. But it is still there nonetheless. And that part didn’t fail to worry when it started picking up the strange fluctuations in Killian’s habits, even though I have far better things to worry about. I have known Killian all my life. I know him more than any other person, just as much as he knew me. And some of the things he had done in the past few days, I could swear with everything in me that he would never do such a thing. For an instance, two days ago, I had saw him shoved a guard who stood on his way out of his way. He didn’t bother turning back to apologize or even to see if the guard was fine. That wasn't Killian. Killian had all the patience in the world when it came to his pack members. I w