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“Would you tell them that you are a werewolf and a harmless witch that originated from the dangerous tribe of witches that almost wiped off the werewolves? “ I asked in curiosity. “You know the story?” “Who doesn’t know about the dangerous witch that killed the Gamma of a pack and almost killed and wiped off the werewolf from the country?” “I don’t know about them, or heard of them. Except, when the true story was narrated to me by them," she said and I looked at the old man and woman who were still sitting down in a high chair that showed their specialty, listening to our conversation. They were observing my movement. “Can you tell them that I am harmless?” I requested.

The warriors who had found them interjected. “You did this, didn’t you?” He charged at me, I shook my head in denial. “You’re insane, I have no idea what you’re talking about!” I shouted. Logan came to me and hit me across the face. “Your mother was a witch, wasn’t she? I should have known this was your plan!” He screamed in my face. “It causes miscarriage in pregnancy. This was probably what she used to kill Blair’s baby.” Matthew implied with malice laced in his voice.

I said, already impressed. “Yeah I mean obviously I can’t give away its real location, and a lot of other things. People accept shifters but learning there are other things may be a bit too much. Fairies, witches. I don’t know, I just feel like there’s so much to tell and share. But I’m not even remotely saying it's based on a true story. Whether anyone believes that though…,” she explained. “And you’re a wolf shifter,” I asked, though I was sure someone had told me at one point. She nodded.

It's been ten years since the prophecy was given, the people had already given up but the elders knew better than to take a word of a witch lightly. On a cold winter's night, the stars aligned in a way never witnessed before as Blair, the daughter of a forbidden union between a Vampire and werewolf, took her first breath. As her cry pierced the stillness of the night, a sinister force sensed the birth of the prophecy child, immediately the clairvoyant sensed her birth, and the elders set a plan in motion to eradicate her existence before the people heard of her. The plan was put in place discreetly and only the council elders were aware of this plan.

Carson answered, and I slowly turned my head to my mate and glared at her. "What? She was curious about learning to control more her witch skills. She mentioned that she is more capable of being a werewolf and transforming but hasn't found her field of power in being a witch. Suppose it is controlling the elements earth, wind, fire, or water. And I am just helping her nurture her other abilities. You know what they say; what comes around goes around. Her mommy was my mentor before, and I am happy to teach her what I learned from her mom. Also, we were at the river because we just tried to see if her field of power is the water, like Sander, Allan, and Aunt Alexandra. But we guess it's not, right, Car? But she quite knows how to walk on water using her witchy-telekinetic ability." Blair defended and explained, to which the child agreed. "Okay. Woah, why are you emitting smoke, Blair?" I replied and uttered in surprise when she suddenly went hot. Literally, hot.

Suddenly, my door burst open and Blair came in. “Ariana,” she called. I sat upright and looked at her. “What?” She sat on my bed. Then she realized what she had just done. She went, “Ew,” and stood up, instead standing near the door. “That witch is planning something terrible.” The witch referred to Gwen, so I didn’t bother to ask who she meant. “What have you seen now?” I asked. “I’m serious. Believe me. She’s up to something terrible.” “I didn’t say anything, Blair. What did you see?”

Or maybe she thinks it means something else. I need to find a solution for this. I couldn’t hide the truth from her forever. At the same time, I don’t know how the hell I’m going to tell her. I could imagine how that conversation would go. “So hey, you know, I’m not really a human. I turn into a wolf if I want and I sometimes go crazy on full moons.” Everything in this world shows how that conversation wouldn’t end well. I waited and pulled Blair’s chair out first. She was on my right. The designated seat for the luna.

“Who are you?” “I’m a witch.” She smiled at him as his smiled faded. “You are a what?” Taking a step back, she didn’t seem phased. Steele looked at Maddox before looking back at her. “A witch.” To her credit, she didn’t flinch. Either she saw his reaction and knew this was going to happen, or didn’t care. “I am Michele and Tina’s little sister, Blair. Don’t worry, I’m a good witch. One that is very well trained in werewolves.” She pushed her body against Steeled and ran her finger down his lip. No one missed the double meaning there.

He looked like she had put the fear for his life into his eye. “Where is it?” “With Damina she’s the one that took care of those scouts,” she giggled a little in delight. “Damina, what is she?” “A werewolf, she is an Adrian to Trax.” Blair smiled at me but there was an evil twinkle in her eye and as I looked over to Gar who looked like he took a shit in his pants. The door opened and a small girl walked in leaving the door open, “Yo, Blair this one smell like the others,” she popped a sucker into her mouth. Her hair was braided on one side showing an ear full of piercings.

“So, sweet baby, here is what is happening. I am taking your Mum on a girl’s day out. We are going to see a movie, then we are going to eat, go to the spa and then go shopping.” “Wow, glad to know that I don’t get to know this but the baby does.” “Shush, Amy. I am trying to have a conversation here.” I laughed as she told my tummy jokes and finally settled for telling me about things that had been happening in the pack since I was mostly sleeping and in the room these days. Apparently, Blair had someone she liked and it was a werewolf. I could not wait to tease her about it, given that she had sworn that she would not be caught dead with a supernatural being.

’ I pleaded silently, straining against the magical bonds with all my might. ‘Almost there,’ Arena assured, her voice steady despite the chaos. But before her magic could shatter their binding spell, my heart nearly stopped. My blood ran cold as I saw the other witch grab Blair’s hair, yanking her head to one side with brutal force. Blair screamed, struggling against her captor, but it was no use. The witch’s canines elongated, sharp and deadly, and my eyes widened in horror. Realization hit me like a bolt of lightning—they weren’t ordinary witches. They were vampire hybrids.

"The food will be ready soon, so sit down. I do not want our baby to go hungry." But when I looked up, I realized Blue had not moved, and her expression remained serious. "What?" I asked, my amusement fading. "Why did you laugh?" Blue questioned. I shrugged my shoulders, not entirely sure of my own reaction. "I don't know, maybe because it is just so unexpected," I admitted, beginning to comprehend that this revelation was far from a joke. “I’m being serious,you know,” Blue said. I sighed.I was struggling to wrap my head around the idea of a hybrid between a witch and a werewolf.

Blair looked like she had seen a ghost, her eyes wide, and breath coming in short pants Blair only paused after we had placed quite a distance between us and Alec’s tent. Blair settled beside a tree, her hand placed on her stomach rubbing gently. “there’s a witch that works with Alec, Lorelei, a dark force, who feeds off Alec’s darkness.” She whispered. “she comes around ones in a while to fortify Alec and cleanse the camp,” she explained. “how come no one has tracked her here?” I asked. “It’s hard looking for what you don’t know,” Blair said. “Is that why the camp can never be found? This witch caused that? I asked.

My mind ramped back to that night in the alley, when Blair had seen my wolf form. She hadn't been scared. Most humans I knew would piss and shit their pants in terror if they came face to face with a shifter in full wolf form. But not Blair. She'd actually talked to me, had come close and thanked me for helping her. She'd been frightened, I'd smelled the fear on her, but not of me. Could it be - I cut off the thought before it could fully form, my fingers gripping the wheel hard. Humans were wired to forget any encounter with Lorekind so unless a part of a previous memory had somehow lingered, there was no way she would know.

There was something wrong with this woman, and he was going to find out what it was. Violet awoke on the incorrect side of the bed. Her old illness had relapsed, but she was not going to tell anyone what was really going on. FIFTEEN YEARS AGO She was swimming, taking a break from her exhausting projects, when she felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She yelled and screamed in agony, but no one could hear her. She had been in that trance for about an hour. Her bones felt like they were being broken tendon after tendon until the pain subsided and she was a hair white witch. Because of this, she occasionally becomes ill, experiencing excruciating pain, vomiting, and nightmares.

she added. “There’s another way. Do you know any witch who can cast a protection spell?” he asked, and she stared at him in amazement. “What? Witches are real too?” she asked in awe. “Of course, witches are real,” he said. “Please don’t tell me vampires are real as well,” she said, closing her eyes. “They are. These stories weren’t just made up overnight. They’re based on true incidents—and they still very much exist,” he said, and Ashley held her head in her hands.

“I know.” “I want the truth,” I continued, my voice shaking. “All of it. No more half-stories. No more secrets.” He nodded once. “Then ask me.” I hesitated, because the questions I’d carried were so tangled I didn’t know where to start. But when I spoke, it wasn’t about Damian or even Ryan. It was about her. “Was she really a witch?” I whispered. His eyes softened. “Not in the way you’re thinking. She didn’t practice rituals or cast spells. But her mother’s line carried a blood gift. A kind of…knowing.”

“I’m unraveling, Jimmy. My sanity hangs by a thread. Any scrap of news about Blaze would be medicine to me.” He relented. “Blaze is still in the forest. Elda and Mira uncovered something. A lone witch lives there, raised by her grandmother after her mother abandoned her. They’ve hidden themselves for decades. We believe she has Blaze.” His tone was grim. “But her home is cloaked. No one can find it.” Rage ignited inside me, burning hotter than fear. They dared to take my mate? I had spent these months training, unlocking power I never knew I possessed. Whoever she was—she wouldn’t survive keeping Blaze from me.

I nodded, since I was already aware of it. "You see, it was a very unusual coincidence for a witch to live her coven and come and dwell within wolves. However, wolves cannot be witches, so my mom gave up her powers to become a wolf for my dad. Her coven members were pissed." Antonio proceeded to sit on the empty chair in the room. "They didn't approve of it, but my mom didn't care. I was born a normal wolf, but Blair was born a wolf and a witch. She's special."

She had flunked my orders and rushed into the enemy’s territory with no backup. If Blair was affected by my screaming, she said nothing in return, “Did you know that Roman had mutilated himself, made it possible for him to be half Wolf, half Man at the same time?” “What?” Hudson and Landon chorused, looking at the body on the floor. “Why did you endanger yourself?” I asked. Blair sighed, jumping down from the table, “Because, Roman worked with a witch, the same witch that had tried to kill…” “Kill who?”