Alpha Encountered the Witch

I stared at her with eyes full of disbelief, trying to find some resemblance of Ayra in her features. But her face, it was like that of a stranger. My mind was caught up in a whirlwind of thoughts, unable to comprehend how this woman, who looked nothing like the Ayra I knew, could possibly be her. The more I tried to process it, the more confused I became. It was as if I was standing on the edge of a precipice, unsure whether to take the leap of faith or not.

A feeling of uncertainty washed over me, making me question everything. What if she was a witch, trying to lure me into her trap? I couldn't take any chances, not with Ayra's life at stake. But something in her eyes, a spark of determination, made me want to believe her.

I leaned in closer, trying to get a better look at her. The sight of her tears still streaming down her cheeks sent shivers down my spine. She was hurt, badly hurt, and in desperate need of my help. As I crouched down next to her, I felt a surge of compassion was