Chapter Forty Four

 Alaya's POV

I stood syringes in hand my limbs shaking as Henry untied the witch. She groaned stretching out her limbs and rubbing at the reddened skin around her wrists. Henry grabbed her hand, yanking her to feet. She held one arm under her massive bump cradling her unborn pup as he forced her back into the main room of the house.

"Make the potion," I snarled shoving her to the small cauldron on the stove. She nodded with tears streaming down her face.

"Please," she begged, "last time this spell was performed... It was a massacre. The subject lost all sense of himself. He slaughtered his coven, his family. He couldn't make the change back to his human form. This is dark magic, Alaya, it shouldn't be messed with."

"Do you want your child to live?" I asked tracing my finger tip over her bump. She waddled over the kitchen counter and ran her finger down the page as she read out the ingredients needed translating them to English. Henry