Chapter 25

WILLOW.

Craaash!

“You need to call down,” the punk says as he sips his wine, ignoring my tantrum.

“Easy for you to say!” I snap. “You are not the one whose powers are waning because of a useless brat!” I rant as I throw another vase against the wall.

Once we had cleared up the clearing after self-sacrifice, he had booked for me a hotel close to the Varon pack, where I would be available when the notice for a witch is sent out.

But nothing had been sent out!

It has been three days already and the pack has been silent. Do they not know that she is running out of time? They are both running out of time.

And because of the immense amount of power it took to create this spell, I too am running out of time.

The thread on her would be weakening because of the spell.

This is not how this was supposed to go.

Why are they wasting time?!

“Maybe they are still trying to figure it out,” my friend says. “You know with their healers and all that.”

“Don't be silly. Damien is not an idiot. If he was,