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Bonnie asked. We will never tell you, demon filth, one of the witch hunters said. well, if you are not going to tell us, I guess I am just going to have to take it from you. Elizabeth said as she pressed her fingers on her forehead. Elizabeth used her telepathy to probe the minds of the witch hunters, forcibly taking the information that she seeks from their consciousness. As the witch hunters screamed in agony, Elizabeth continued probing their minds until she had found what she needed from them.

I asked. "When Isabel Hunter found out what her father-in-law was planning, she tried to warn us, but we didn't listen. We treated her as an outcast because she fell in love with John Hunter and married him. By then, the supernatural community had already begun to sense an issue with the Hunters. Other hunter families were uncomfortable with their modus operandi. Of course, the Hunters didn't know she was a witch; she kept her secret well. Anytime they devised a plan to get us, Isabel would alert me, and I would alert the others. It went on for about two years. I believe John began to suspect they had a mole in their mist." She paused to wipe a tear.

Erik nods in agreement at my words. For a while, we sit in silence around her, each of us lost in thought. When Erik finishes his beer, he’s the first to leave for his room. Hunter stays a few minutes longer before finally standing. We exchange a look before he turns and walks to the door. We both know this won’t be the last hardship Elizabeth has to face. I stay beside her a moment longer, listening to Hunter’s footsteps fade down the hall. With a sigh, I rise and move to the chair in the corner by the window — the one where I usually read when the stress is too much to let me sleep.

Placing my hands palm down on the counter between us in a gesture of openness, I say slowly, “My name is Elsie. I’m a writer, doing a profile on Mr Hunter for an independent magazine. It’s just an interview. I promise I mean no harm. I just need to find him and talk to him. Please, do you by chance know where he stays? Or do you know the direction he heads after leaving?" She eyes my hands on the counter for a long time before responding.

"Who's Elizabeth?" "Oh, just an 18th-century version of Milly. Young, sweet, kind-hearted, a caring family. Her sister hunted down the amulet and for her and for a short while it brought peace but then the amulet changed her and the use of her power shifted to more...malicious doings. For example, murdering half the pack including her sister and one of the Alpha's sons. Then she killed herself but not before tearing the remaining half of the pack to ruins and burning a hospital down filled with the sick, young and injured from her previous attacks," he explained in a calm and casual tone. "This isn't Lord of the rings. The amulet isn't going to do that to Milly and it didn't do it to Posteta

The last thing I want to do is to speak about Harriet right now. “You killed her because she insulted me,” Elizabeth whimpers. “Why?” “You are the Luna of this pack. You deserve to be treated with respect.” “Nico and Damen did not treat me respectfully, yet they are still alive,” Elizabeth whispers. “That is different,” I lie. “They are my family.” Elizabeth begins to stare off into nothingness again. “Is that the first time you have seen someone die?” I ask her curiously. Elizabeth shakes her head no. “I have seen death more times than I would like to admit.”

she asks as she removes herself from my arms. “I would be his mate,” Elizabeth replies coldly. I smile at Elizabeth. Her jealousy is cute but unwarranted. “Elizabeth, meet Candi – Candi, this is Elizabeth. My mate and the Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack,” I state to her. Candi looks Elizabeth up and down, “Such a shame. I would have expected better for you,” she says with a smirk.

CJ said and leaned back in his chair, Skylar facepalmed herself and knew things were getting complicated. “How did you know this?” It was pointless hiding anything from CJ, he was a cool man. So nice that Skylar trusted him. “Her unmatched beauty,” CJ simply said and Skylar frowned, he didn't have to say that. But it was the truth, Elizabeth had unreal flawless beauty. From her eyes to her milky skin. All due to her werewolf traits. “What? Did I say something wrong?” “No, it's nothing,” “You are beautiful Skylar…just perfect,” CJ muttered, this time Skylar glanced up in awe. She met CJ's soft gaze.

I muttered to myself, covering my heart. "Something must have gone wrong with the prophecy. Or maybe, after I left, another girl showed up and kissed Caleb. Yeah, that must be it. That would make sense." I took a few deep breaths and finally composed myself. No one would care about me as long as I did not actively tell the public that I had been to High Altar. **Caleb's POV** * "Elizabeth is my friend. She is eighteen years old. She was burned by fire in an accident. I brought her back for healing physically and mentally." Carolina said.

The ID showed my photo, but there was an additional codename under my name. "We deal with digital threats the public never sees. We are the swords responsible for cutting away the darkness the law cannot reach. Sinead Hill's life has already ended. She is free now. She will become a legend and inspire more women to be brave." He looked into my eyes, his gaze sharp. "Now, welcome to Camelot. Your talent should not be wasted on small targets. Welcome to the real Hunting Ground." I looked at the codename on the ID, then looked up at the world outside the window.