The Alpha's Secret Witch

Cressida's pov "She's just ahead, hurry"They were right behind me, I could feel them. Wolves.And definitely but the civilized kind. They felt different just like savages. Rouges perhaps, that can be the only breed to give this kind of strong burning stench.Ever since I passed through the border everything has been so different.Okay fine, a witch on the wolf property doesn't exactly make this place feel like home.And the last thing I'd ever do is to give out my scent. The wolves won't just take me, they'll exploit every single last drop of my blood till there's nothing left, not even my bones.I tightened my grip on my Harley and sped deep into the night. I could hear their howls loud and clear behind me. Earlier, while crossing the border, I passed one but my scent was covered but he still looked at me with so much doubt. It didn't even take three seconds to get me into this mess. Funny thing is that if I end up not being what they expected, they'll do worse things to me and

Cressida's povA sharp pain like a blade between my ribs was what jolted me as I regained consciousness.My fingers flew to touch the injury on my face, it was closing. Thank goodness.Shit. That means half my cover has been blown."It's just me here don't panic" I turned and that's when I noticed him, he was cradling his finger like something burnt it."Lucian?" I muttered weakly as I slowly took in my surroundings.The infirmary. I couldn't have mistaken the too white ceiling, the smell of gauze and antiseptic and the particular metallic tang of someone else's blood already drying on a tray somewhere.His aura changed the second I said his name,and I turned to catch his reaction.Just as I expected, confusion and alertness."How did you know my name?" He questioned as he came forward menacingly like I was suddenly a threat."Heard the Nurse refer to you as that, for all I care I don't know your name" I rolled my eyes and looked away from him.I heard him chuckle before he said, "Sh

Cressida's povWell I have to give it up to his guts. Let's forget the murderous intent I have everytime I see him. He seemed...eager.Of what I have no single idea about.Ice hockey, heavens please remind me how to. So I won't show the entire wolf pack my sorry ass.Everyone hates me? And I don't even know why but then again, they could go fuck themselves. I feel different and that alone scared them.Let them break their teeth.The ice rink was a wolf's hunting ground, but today it was just a rink.The second I stepped through the tunnel and felt the cold bite my cheek-the good and honest cold, the kind that didn't care what you were or where you came from.Wolves lined the boards in small clusters and the second I passed I heard their voices drop.Some watched with curiosity and suspicion.A few with outright hostility.But the craziest part? No one dared to move towards me, or lunge. Because this was a tryout and not a brawl.Hockey. I reminded myself. Just hockey.Raven walked bes

Cressida's pov The nightmare took me again.I was seven years old, standing in a circle of salt while my mother's hands pressed against my chest. Her voice was a river of words I didn't understand, old words rented the air."Never let it out, little one. Never let them see. They'll hunt you forever."The binding sank into my skin like needles of ice. I screamed. My mother cried.And when it was over, I smelled like lavender and herbs and nothing else.Forgettable, she said. Untraceable.Safe.I immediately woke gasping.The ceiling of my dormitory room stared back at me, stone and shadow. Raven's bed was empty...she was an early riser, already gone to the dining hall. The window showed a sky the color of bruises.***Wolf History was held in a circular stone chamber beneath the east tower.The walls were covered in tapestries that moved; scenes from wolf history playing out in slow motion. A pack hunting across a frozen plain. A treaty signed in blood. A wolf shifting beneath a full

Cressida's povThe ice split opened wide.One moment I was standing on solid black ice, Lucian's wrist still warm in my grip. The next; the world tilted, cracked, and swallowed us both.Cold.Not the clean cold of winter. Not the friendly cold of the rink. This was the cold of drowning. The cold of dark water closing over your head, stealing your breath, crushing your chest.I went under.The water was black. I couldn't see my hands. Couldn't see the surface. Couldn't see Lucian.Lucian.His wolf was weak I could feel it everytime he was near, and there was no way he was going to survive this. He couldn't die do easily. He'll go through every painful torture that I have to offer.Or was that just the excuse I gave myself? Regardless I don't want him to die. A part of me hurts just by thinking of it and I didn't know why.I kicked. Pushed. My lungs were burning. My clothes were dragging me down. The practice jersey, the leggings, the boots I hadn't laced tight enough; all of it pulling