Chapter 2

A howl in the distance alarmed Allister to finish up quickly from his shameful act. He transformed back into his human form. He could feel the power coursing through him. He felt exhilarated. He felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins. The crunching of twigs getting closer alerted him but with his strong sense of smell he knew it was one of his own. 

Blake, Allister's royal advisor approached him quietly. The smell of blood luring him closer. Although it was just a few drops, he could smell her from miles away. 

He looked at the girl laying in the snow, her body pale and her lips blue. Her small frame sprawled on the ground. Her face was flawless, like the rest of her body. She was young, a teenager and her beauty was that of a goddess. "What have you done sire?", Blake asked, sniffing her body, she was still breathing faintly.

" You know I live off the power of others. Especially witches. A virgin witch, do you know what power I have now acquired? The endless strength I have gained?" Allister growled arrogantly. 

"What are you going to do with her?", Blake asked his eyebrows knitted together. He did not want another death to be blamed on wolves. There were already too much attention on them after the last witch he had slayed. 

Sensing Blake's thoughts he replied, " The last witch was troublesome, that's why she was left in a mess. This one has no evidence of an attack. It could easily be passed along as a human encounter". 

"The last witch had her head ripped from her torso", Blake shook the image out of his small head. He was in his late fifties and served the king. He was now entrusted with keeping the prince out of trouble which was proving to be harder every day. He had never encountered such ruthless behavior from the king in all 30 years that he had served the throne.

They both stood looking at Ediths beautiful body. Not even a scar, skin so silky and white, Allister almost felt bad leaving her in the middle of the forest alone, cold and for dead. 

High up in the tree tops a familiar person watched over. His heart cried at the scene that had unfolded. . He was heart broken that he could not save her from this ruthless attack. It was barbaric. He could feel her spirit, she was a fighter. He could feel her fighting the urge of fading into nothingness. The sense of loneliness and a broken soul made his stomach churn. He knew he could not take on a wolf on his own. " The damage is done" he thought," he may have taken her virginity by force but her heart is still innocent and pure". 

Connor watched on as the wolves fled leaving a frozen Edith for dead. She lay on the ground taking her last few breaths. This was a fight she was giving up on. A fight for her survival but her body felt numb.

Connor looked around making sure they were gone before he soared down from the tree nearby. He looked down at her and a tear slid down his cheek, falling onto the earth, melting the snow around her. 

He gently lifted her up into his arms and carefully cradled her. The color was returning to her body, her cheeks were rosey red again and her lips a deep pink. Connor looked down and smiled as her breathing stabilized. 

He did not want her to see his form, not now atleast. She did not need to know the truth just yet. 

He spread his white wings and began to flap them gently. They were as big as a gryffins and he did not want to wake Edith. 

He flew across the night sky with Edith in his arms. He knew he would have to leave her at home before her family got worried. He knew that although they did not understand her gift, they still loved her to some extent and would keep her safe. 

He went into the barn outside of her house and layed her on some hay while he looked for a sheet or a blanket. Anything to cover her nakedness and keep her warm when he left. 

After a few minutes he spotted her father's rain coat hanging behind the door. He grabbed it and wrapped Edith tightly. Lifting her up, he left her on the doorstep of her house and knocked the door loudly before dissappearing into the night. 

He did not look back. The hurt in his heart fueled him to avenge her innocence but he knew he was not as strong as Allister.  

He hoped that this was the only encounter Alistair would have. He had gotten what he wanted." To claim the virginity of the most powerful witch at her prime. And he has succeeded".

Connor knew Allister as his old rival, they had met before when he had fallen from his grace for loving a witch and choosing earth over heaven. Connor was given the duty of watching over Edith when she turned 10. As he watched over her, he fell more in love with her each day. He disobeyed the rules in heaven and chose to stay on earth. He chose no longer hide and disguise himself as a human, her best friend. He shielded her from Allister's pack before but this time the alpha had come himself. 

Although Edith did not know it as yet, she was destined to be the most powerful witch. 

A witch that now lay in a deep sleep on the doorstep waiting........