Mia "Sylvia," I called her and she turned from whatever new potion she was experimenting on, to have a look at me.  "Oh good Lord! Mia?" She ran to me, engulfing me in a hug. "What the hell even happened? How did you get back?" My heart ached because this was the kind of reaction I was expecting from my father. I had made a little trip to my room to hide the book of enchantments before making my way here. I had planned to study it all night.  "Well, I tricked them." She gave me a look that screamed 'are you kidding me'.  "You need to give me more than that honey," she said. My thoughts wandered off to the whole situation of finding my mate, to making them trust me until I betrayed them. Was I going to give her the details? I didn't know.  "Sylvia, I need to ask you a few things." She nodded her head, indicating for me to go on.  "Dad. Was

Christian 'You should come out and see this. ' Gamma Arnold mind linked me, making me drop my pen, trying to put a meaning to his words. 'See what?' I sked through the link once again. 'Find out for yourself, will you?'I dismissed the papers I was engaged in, before moving out of the pack house towards the garden fields, where all the whispers were coming from. Dominic had gone for some important meetings with the council and other packs, leaving me in complete authority and in charge of the pack. Some warriors and pack members had collected outside, circling around something. "What's going on here?" I pushed through the people to get a better view. I was caught off guard watching the two warriors that I had sent with Mia, completely bruised and tattered in blood, struggling to keep their eyes open. "Beta Christian!" One of them struggled to speak as he gasped for air. "Where is Mia? What happened to you guys?" My mind was caught in a haze of rage as the only thing that blared

Mia I hadn't slept the whole night. I couldn't. Sleep won't come to me. The eye-bags were screaming for themselves, of the the torture I had put my eyes through last night. One look at me and anyone could guess I was fucking depressed, crying my eyes out the previous night. So I did what a girl can do. Concealer. Loads of it. Making my way down to the kitchen to grab myself something to eat. I had to do something to get out of here. I needed to warn Christian that Balthazar was going to attack them. Yes, I had lost my respect for him, he was no longer my dad. My blood boiled all over again thinking of that vile creature. But I had to handle things cleverly. I can't blow up anything yet. Fuck, I had even told Balthazar all the ins and outs, everything I knew about the pack. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Christian. My thoughts ran back to him. He would probably hate me after what I did. Who wouldn't? But could I be blamed? I don't really know. I did betray them. Did the exact thing that my so-c

Mia "Goodness Sylvia!" I heaved out a sigh as she removed the hood to uncover her face. "You almost had me throwing a spell at you," she looked at me with an 'are you serious' look. "I understand why that person is lying unconscious-" "Dead," she cut me off. "Pardon?" "He's lying dead," she clarified and I looked at him. "Oh," she actually killed him? With a dart? "It was laced with poison." She answered my thoughts. "Right, so as I was saying before you interrupted me, I understand why he is dead, but I don't understand why you took me out with the dart at the time of the war?" "Ah, so you did see me." I raised my brow with a 'duh' look on my face. "It was to get you away from the field." "But why?" "You remember the paralyzing potion?" I nodded, remembering the one she prepared to take out the wolves at the time of the war. "Well, it wasn't just a paralyzing potion. It was also mixed with an infestation charm." "A what charm?" Was she for real? "An infestatio

Mia I couldn’t bring myself to move my legs, no matter how hard I tried. I spotted the last guy standing over a very bruised Anastasia. Her face was under his booted foot, as he applied great force to torment. She cried in pain as I saw her nose bleeding, her cheeks and lips busted. Fuck! “You bitches are going to regret this!” He took his wand up to finally finish her off, but I couldn’t let it happen just yet. My head felt heavy, black dots appeared in my vision every few seconds. With whatever energy I had left in me, I raised my hand to cast another blazing shot at him, but then something happened. My hand froze in the air. “Enough, you brat!” I heard him shout at me, as he squeezed Anastasia’s face further under his foot. His wand was pointed in my direction as he slowly turned to look at me, not letting go of Anastasia. “Just because you learned to do that, does not mean you have conquered the art of witchcraft just yet, Mia. It takes time and practice,” he mocked. “But most