Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Witch’s Apprentice and the Wolf: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Cael's POVI rubbed my eyes; this place smelled too much of trash. I came to this run-down place to keep an eye on the group of humans by the pool table, tracking them, not following. One of those men was supposed to receive a package, and if my hunch was right, it came from the witches. Then a scent hit me like a brick wall. Not perfume. Not liquor. Not the thick smoke curling in the air. Lavender, mixed with the scent of rain. Though something darker, wilder, and something that clawed at my chest and made it hard to breathe. Her.She stood in the middle of the bar, her shoulders tense, while she scanned the room. Too beautiful for a place like this, that much I knew. Long black hair that tumbled down her shoulders, framing a face that could be a weapon of war. A goddess in torn jeans and an oversized sweater. Her eyes were wide, guarded with lips pressed tight like she knew she didn’t belong here.There was no fear in her; I couldn’t smell it, but that heart of hers was racing, and

Hana's POVThe night air greeted me as I was pushed outside; the cool air felt like a bucket of cold water being thrown at me. I adjusted the straps on the bag and put it over my shoulder. I shoved my hands into my pockets, trying to keep myself calm.Who the hell just comes up to someone and demands things?I should’ve gone home the moment I stepped into that bar, I should have turned around and left. I could have lied to my grandma and told her there was no one here, or that the bar had been burnt to the ground.Maybe I could have just given him the bag, tossed it to him, and called it a night. But no, I was me. And me,I don’t like being told what to do, especially by a wolf with leather boots, broad shoulders, and a jawline that could cut diamonds.The scuff of boots echoed behind me.“Are you following me?” I snapped, not even bothering to glance back as I tried to walk away.“Making sure you don’t trip over your pride,” his voice came, smooth and smug, like he was enjoying this,

Hana's POVThe bag sat between us on the old cedar table, humming faintly with leftover magic. I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed tight over my chest, glaring at it like it might sprout fangs.“I nearly got myself killed over that,” I muttered. “What exactly was I carrying? It reeked of power.”Grandma didn’t answer right away; rather, she sat like an ancient queen with her long, black hair, braided to the side, and bits of gray in it. She was busy picking her teeth with a carved bone pick, like this was a lazy evening after dinner, instead of my personal meltdown.Which she caused.Finally, she gave this low, rattling chuckle, like dry leaves tumbling down the sidewalk on a windy day.“Oh, my darling little firefly,” she rasped, her voice somehow both older yet young and teasing, crackling with mischief. “You think the world would entrust you with something truly dangerous? No, no. What you carried…”She leaned forward, lowering her voice like she was about to share the secrets

Hana's POVBella tapped her wine glass against the marble counter, swirling the red wine before taking a slow sip. She looked at me over the rim, her green eyes sharp and full of mischief.“So, you ran into an alpha, not Crescent Moon, not anyone local. Leather boots, serious power, and you said he smelled, what, amazing?”I groaned. “I never said 'amazing,' just maybe good-looking. But that’s not the point. He was an alpha wolf, Bella! I’ve barely ever seen wolves, and suddenly, one shows up like a fairytale.”Bella raised an eyebrow and leaned against the counter. The candlelight from the stove made her copper hair glow. Her kitchen felt like a mix between an apothecary and a home. Dried lavender and rosemary hung from the beams, jars of herbs lined the shelves, and the air always smelled a bit like sage. It was always comforting and a little mysterious here.Bella set her glass down. “I don’t see you for two weeks, and suddenly your grandmother's got you on errands and you’re runni

Cael’s POVDesWillow.This city feels caught between eras. Old bones hold up a shiny, ever-changing surface. Cobbled streets wind under neon lights, and stone buildings hide behind glass shops. Market stalls, run by vendors from every background, crowd every alley, their awnings heavy with herbs, charms, and tech that almost seems magical. The air is thick with the smell of fried food and ozone, a mix of magic and city grit.Tourists crowd the streets, snapping photos of gargoyle towers and the old palace. Locals weave past, faces hard, unease flickering under practiced indifference. This city is a melting pot of all kinds of people. Still, local voices are colored by unease. DesWillow is neutral ground, but power struggles simmer on every block. Now, leaders from across the province arrive.And today, the summit would shove them all into one gilded hall.Guards fill the city. Wolves move in tight groups, watching all. Fae warriors pass in pale armor, blades shining with magic. Vampir