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Chapter Forty Three

 Alaya's POV

We trudged back to the witch's cabin in silence the crickets teasing us with their happy song, the moon low in the sky as the sun threatened to break dawn from behind the mountain. Maddox Mason, the annoying pup from the throne room held Lycan blood in his veins. It would be a mercy to take it from him. Everyone knew Lycans lived a tortured existence, barely able to control their own wolves.  I pushed open the door to the witches cabin. She lay where we left her, tethered to her bed, sweat covering her body. Henry snatched the grubby sock from her mouth and she heaved in a massive breath of air.

"Did you get it?" She sniffed. Henry shook his head. She exhaled. The deep creases in her forehead smoothed as she unfurrowed her brow. Her shoulders slumped. 

"Would half breed blood work?" I demanded. She shook her head. "Can you make it work?"

"Alaya," she pleaded, "the spell is already dangerous and it's never

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SLHearn
Henry is so weak. it's surprising he was ever able to fool anybody as long as he did.
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