ログインLouisa The both women raised their hands as their eyes immediately locked onto us, a blast of golden fire exploded across the chamber."Move!" George shouted.George and Ayana lunged forward, throwing both their hands forward, their own magic flaring to life. George's hands wove rapid sigils, sending bursts of dim golden fire hurtling toward the intruders. Ayana's voice rose in a sharp chant, summoning shimmering shields of ice that darted like arrows. The witch fight continued for a while, my heart beating so fast.The enemy witches seemed faster and crueler. And through it all, Agnes simply watched. She wasn't even trying to help.Another blast exploded through the room, which made George fly backward. Ayana barely managed to catch herself before slamming into a wall.That was when Scott suddenly grabbed my arm tighter.Jace stared at Agnes in disbelief. "You have to do something."Agnes didn't even blink. "Why would I do that?"Instantly, a wave of violet energy slammed into Ge
Louisa Everything felt wrong and right at the same time. The room, the air, my body, even my own heartbeat sounded unfamiliar in my ears.I was back. After months of feeling trapped in a horizon of my own body, I was finally free. The memories were still rushing through me in fragments. Dying, darkness, voices, even dreams that had felt too real to be dreams.Weeks and months of nothingness. And now I was standing here again happily but terrified.My fingers trembled against my throat where Jace's dagger had left a thin burning line. While my gaze was across the room, staring at Agnes who stood like a living storm, golden eyes blazing while magic crackled invisibly around her.One wrong word, one wrong movement and everyone here would die. I couldn't let that happen, I had to try to reach her."Agnes..." My voice came out hoarse and her attention snapped toward me instantly, the fury in her eyes softening slightly.I swallowed. "Please." The single word felt pitiful against the tensi
Scott Her lashes fluttered. For a second I thought my mind was playing tricks on me but then her eyes cracked open, glassy and unfocused. She blinked once, twice, her gaze settling first on Jace.“Jace…” Her voice was uncertain.Then her head tilted slightly, her pupils dragging toward me. “Alpha… Scott?”Something in my chest uncoiled all at once. The corners of my mouth lifted, almost against my will, and the weight I’d been carrying for weeks eased just enough for me to breathe.“Welcome back, Louisa,” I said softly.Jace steadied her as she pushed herself upright, her movements shaky, her confusion clear. Her fingers dug into his sleeve like she was clinging to the one thing familiar.I gave Ayana a short nod. She understood instantly. Raising one trembling hand, she whispered an incantation. Power spilled through the air, thick and suffocating, and the casket slammed shut with a deep, final thud.The noise made Jace snap his head up. He lunged toward it, fury and desperation bla
ScottHer smirk didn’t falter even as my fingers pressed tighter against her throat. Slowly, deliberately, she slipped a hand into her pocket. For a moment, I thought she might pull a blade, but instead she drew out a folded paper, old and creased at the edges.“Here,” she rasped.I hesitated, then released her with a shove. My hand snatched the paper from her grasp. The rough texture brushed against my fingertips as I unfolded it. Symbols spiraled across the page, twisted lines, unfamiliar letters, markings that made my head ache just staring at them.“What is this?” I growled.“The spell,” she replied smoothly, rubbing her throat where my grip had been.I turned, shoving the paper into George’s hands.At once, Louisa’s guards lowered their weapons. A ripple of movement followed, my guards lowering theirs reluctantly, eyes still sharp with suspicion. Ayana flicked her wrists, and the glow pinning Jace to the wall sputtered out. He crashed to the floor, coughing, his hand instinctivel
Scott The sharp blare of a horn cut through the air, jolting every nerve in me. I flicked a quick wink at the nearest guard, and he hurried toward the door.Before he could even report back, my mother rushed in, her silk gown brushing against the floor as she stormed into the sitting room, her voice shrill.“Why is the Leatherhead Pack surrounding our home?”I froze, my eyes snapping to Jace. My gut twisted with dread, already knowing the answer.George’s voice sliced the silence. “You said she was coming in a taxi, Jace.”Jace’s lips twitched. “I lied.”Our Mother turned on him immediately, confusion etched across her face. “Jace, you didn’t travel like they said… Well, that’s by the way. What is going on?”Jace took one measured step back, his hands raised as if that would calm the fire building in me. “Agnes is just taking caution. She means no harm…. No one has to die today.”I couldn't believe what I was hearing but I knew I had to do something. My chest rose, my voice bellowing
Scott Jace’s boots clicked against the marble as he strode toward us, his posture unnervingly composed. His eyes swept the room once, then settled on me.“The witch habitating Louisa’s body,” he said calmly, almost too calmly, “is Agnes Hales.”My body stiffened, the name slamming into me like a blade to the gut. My eyes narrowed. “What?”Ayana gasped, “Agnes Hales… one of the three witches who returned for the destruction of your family.”Jace’s lips curved into something dangerously close to a smile. “Not anymore. I think she’s had a change of heart.”My stomach twisted. I stepped closer, searching his face for the brother I knew, but all I found was someone different. Jace wasn't the one to be easily fooled.“You sound bewitched, brother.” I voiced out.He closed the distance between us, his eyes boring into mine, his voice steady and unyielding. “I’m not bewitched, brother.”George scoffed. “Agnes Hales was the regent of the coven your grandfather butchered. Do you really think a
Louisa/Agnes “I’ll go to him first…. Before going for my body,” I said through clenched teeth. My fingers curled into fists at my side, “No one else gets to kill him but me.”Priscilla’s eyes gleamed. Slowly, deliberately, she bowed her head.“As you wish,” she said softly. “If you need me… you kn
Louisa/AgnesI hated this.Every nerve in my body screamed as I sat in the backseat, the door shut and locked like a prison. Gunfire raged outside, sharp cracks of rifles and the thunder of explosions shaking the very frame of the SUV. The air inside felt suffocating, like it was closing in around
ScottWe rode in silence.The rhythmic thrum of the tires and the occasional rumble of engines were the only sounds that accompanied us as we cut through the packside. Trees blurred past the windows, casting flickers of shadow and light across our convoy.Regardless, I couldn’t stop looking at the
Louisa/Agnes The air outside was still alive with chaos. Gunfire cracked like whip lashes, echoing through the war and the scent of ash and blood clung to the wind. I followed behind Kane as he moved, fast but cautious, his posture stiff like someone walking beside a ticking bomb.The moment we em







