Trying to move her hand, she realized she had been bound to something. And the beeping sound close to her ears, made her know she was in a different place.She tried moving her index finger again and to her surprise, it moved even if it was only for a short time. Her back began to ache from the position she was lying on.She knew she was not in Alexander's room. The bed he had was softer than the one she had been put in.The indistinct sounds soon began clearer as she realized she was in the midst of people talking, or shouting."Don't you dare give me that!" The voice of a lady she didn't know snapped at someone.Claire pitied the person who was at the receiving end of her wrath.The owner of the vice had a very sharp voice which Claire couldn't fathom who would shout in the same room with her. Or Alexander.With his scent which filled the room, Claire knew he was in the room with her. But why was he so quiet?"Quiet Susan! You know you're at fault. If you can't be quiet then leave.

"Ma'am, is there anything I can do for you?" Isabelle's maid stood by the side of the bed, looking over her."Just get me a glass of water." The sounds that came out of Isabelle's mouth sounded like a wheezing old woman.The maid had difficulty understanding her. But because she had experience taking care of people, she understood it after a moment of thought which Isabelle wasn't pleased with.She was in severe pain and needed some kind of pain relief.The male wolf who had brought her from the fighting ring didn't bring any form of medication. When the maid had asked him why he didn't take her to a hospital, his reply was 'Alpha's order.'For the past few days, Isabelle had been slipping in and out of consciousness. Her maid had stood by her bedside, taking care of her to the best of her abilities.She was afraid she would pass out because of a lack of adequate medical care.Initially, Isabelle's condition was not bad but she had been exposed to the cold for too long she started rea

Susan looked at Micheal. She observed the room had gone silent. Alexander and Aiden waited to hear her reply. But she wouldn't be telling them about herself so soon."Let's focus on the reason you are here." She smiled at Aiden who looked like he had been slapped.He had stood up from the couch and walked over to Micheal, placing his arms around his chair. He didn't want to miss even the slightest emotion on his face."Alright. Since you do not want to answer, it's fine. I can tell you are a very powerful witch because of the aura around you. So I was only curious. Hope I didn't touch a spot?" Micheal asked in concern."No, you didn't. Now you can continue."He had actually hit a nerve but she didn't want it to show. She had used her powers to create a false emotion that could be felt by others. And what they saw on her face was a neutral emotion.She was sad. For years she never wanted to go through that memory lane but Micheal just undid that in a moment."How come Claire's powers d

Dane paced in his dimly-lit room, his mind consumed with thoughts of the devastating news he had just received from Kendrick. The weight of his words hung heavily on his heart, and Dane could feel his anxiety creeping up his spine like a vine choking its prey.He knew he had to tell Isabelle, but the thought of her reaction made him shudder. Isabelle was fierce and she would never agree to the terms Kendrick had laid out. Dane tried to come up with ways to break the news to her gently, but his mind was blank. He was stuck, like a prisoner in his own thoughts.As he paced back and forth, the room seemed to shrink around him. The walls closed in, the shadows grew longer, and the air grew thick with tension. He could feel his palms sweating and his heart pounding in his chest. He had never been this nervous before.But he had to get it done. Kendrick had made it clear that failure was not an option. He had given Dane a task, and if he failed, he would suffer the consequences. Kendrick w

As they walked down the dusty, empty street, Susan's frustration was palpable. "Why do these people have to be so unfriendly?" she muttered, scowling at the closed doors and windows. "It's like they don't want anyone to find my mom."Nicklaus, walking a few steps behind the witches, said nothing. His sharp senses were picking up something in the air, something that made him uneasy. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end and he gripped his claws tighter.Michael, sensing the tension, tried to lighten the mood. "Come on, Susan. You're a powerful witch, surely you can find her on your own?"Susan turned to glare at him. "I don't need your sarcasm, Michael. And besides, Abigail has always been one to hide her tracks. That's why we need to talk to the locals."As they continued down the street, they heard whispers and murmurs from behind closed doors. Susan marched up to one of them and banged on the wooden surface. "Excuse me, we're looking for Abigail. Can you tell us where she is