Part two-59

Bryson POV,

I was lying flat on my back, I rise my head grinding my teeth together and the chanting from the witch grind against my last nerve. I figure that the space between the door and where I crouched beside Lucas was empty the witch had gone before I could give a response to her question. I duck forward and press my hand into the ground.

I raise my head and figure out everything but what remains a mystery to me is the fact that I have never seen a witch take side with us since we're a rare kind of Alpha and my father's ungodly legacy with the other shifters was never a hidden fact, it was obvious to every sight that he has haunted down every little lamb, shifters, vamps, mercilessly that is what he's spent his life doing. I instantly scanned the area around us consisting of a damaged wall and piles of cartoons, that we luckily soared from the fire. So the sympathy or whatever she thinks she had done for me I owe her tenfold of it and that isn't going to move well, Witches ha