บททั้งหมดของ Oops, I Saved A Werewolf- Danger Tastes Delicious: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The group exchanged knowing looks, acknowledging the weight of their task. Serene and Josie seemed to be onto something. It was like searching for a needle in a haystack. Josie hastily jotted down the name that had lingered in her memories. She attempted to access a few cemeteries but was met with failure. Breaking into this particular cemetery, built atop an ancient witches' resting place, required immense power. Serene scanned the list, her gaze fixating on a specific name. Her mind stirred with familiarity; she had heard this name somewhere before, but where? After pondering for a few moments, she recalled whispers. When she summoned Balise's spirit for aid, the voices of the spirits echoed the same name. Perhaps those departed witches were assisting Serene from that very moment. "I believe it's this one," Serene said, her finger tracing the names.Anthony looked skeptical. "How can you be so sure?"Serene took a slow breath. "When I called upon my sister's spirit, I heard whispers

They took Rezo and threw him into the dungeons, leaving behind a family torn apart and a daughter determined to uphold her father's trust and protect her mother at all costs. Amara and Sybil pleaded before the King, but their pleas fell on deaf ears. Days turned into months, and the once-respected family became outcasts in their own community. Amara's pregnancy brought sickness, and their isolation deepened as even their friends withdrew support, cutting off their food supply. "Sybil, I don't know if your papa is alive, but I want to teach you what I know to protect ourselves," Amara confided one day, her voice strained with exhaustion. "We witches are caretakers of the earth and our kind," she explained as she began teaching Sybil spells, which the young girl quickly grasped. "Only a witch can perform these spells, not a mere human. And remember, our magic is for protection, not harm," Amara emphasized, her words punctuated by the discomfort of her six-month pregnancy. "Why can't

"I need you to run for your life and find Dimitry before Wyatt or Sybil get to you. You have to find Dimitry and mark him. Do you understand?" Misty nodded, her mind fixed on locating her mate and claiming him as her own. She gently touched Hazel's wound, her hand trembling with concern, but quickly recoiled when a loud thud reverberated against the iron bars. The noise startled both Misty and Hazel, but for now, they were shielded behind the sturdy bars that Xerxes was fiercely shaking. "Wyatt!" The cry tore from Hazel's throat as she desperately called out for her mate, her emotions raw and urgent. Misty's hand tightened around Hazel's, her eyes wide with fear. The sight before her was terrifying. She had never learned to fight, and the menacing wolf on the other side of the bars was paralyzing her with dread. "Hazel!" Misty cried out, but before she could finish her words, Xerxes yanked the rod, creating a gap large enough for him to slip through into the cell. Hazel's instincts k

The charged air crackled with malevolent energy, swirling ominously around them, threatening to consume all in its path. Hazel's heart sank with despair, knowing she might not be able to save anyone, not even herself or her unborn child. Despite her Aurum powers, she felt powerless against Sybil's unknown weapon. Lost in hopelessness, Hazel closed her eyes, and amidst the chaos, she heard a familiar whisper calling her name. “Hazel, listen to my voice.” Her heart raced as she recognized the voice from her dreams. She didn’t need to think twice about who it was. “Mother.” Hazel whispered, turning towards the altar where her mother's body lay shrouded in white cloth, a conduit between the living and the dead. “Hazel, wake up your mate,” her mother's voice urged through the whispers. Hazel acted swiftly, gripping Wyatt's hand in hers as she pleaded, “Wyatt, wake up.” Sybil's mocking voice cut through the tension, her enchantments swirling around them. Moonlight filtered through a hal

As the evening of the alpha's wedding arrived, the entire Blue Moon pack gathered in joyful anticipation. Wyatt, their esteemed leader, stood before the mirror, his reflection betraying the nervous excitement in his eyes. Zain approached with a warm smile, aiming to comfort his friend."How are you holding up, big brother?" Dimitry chimed in, sensing Wyatt's inner turmoil. Zain quickly intervened, "Dimitry, Misty's been looking for you." Dimitry excused himself and left them alone. Zain then walked over to Wyatt and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder."Hey brother, feeling a bit jittery?" Zain asked, his tone gentle and understanding. Wyatt nodded, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. "I never imagined a big bad alpha like me would feel this way," he admitted, his voice tinged with both amusement and apprehension.Zain chuckled softly, offering words of encouragement. "It's perfectly normal, Wyatt. This is a big moment, after all. You've got the entire pack behind you."