THE CURSED ALPHA
Diana isn’t a drinker and if she wanted a round two then there must be something which is bothering her.
I refill both of our glasses and handed her. “Spill.” She looked at me before sighing tiredly. “I have bad news and… bad news.” I tried to look normal, but deep down I was scared of the worse. Scared for my pack’s safety, for Diana, for her.
“I tried to contact some witches from my last coven. You were right, the oracle was behind the dead girl. They had a witch who is master in finding incantation spell.” Okay, this was really bad news. I nodded to tell the other one.