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"Each group will be led by a pack leader or a seasoned hunter. We will cover as much ground as possible and search for any clues that might lead us to the witch. Remember, we are not here to fight. We are here to negotiate. We must convince the witch to give us the potion willingly." The wolves nodded again, some of them looking a little more confident now. I gave them a reassuring smile and then signaled for the groups to form. Soon, the forest was alive with the sound of wolves moving through the underbrush, their eyes scanning the trees and the ground for any sign of the witch. I led a small group myself, consisting of her own pack members and a few lone wolves who had joined the hunt. T

“I know it’s a shock to you but this does not happen often. It has never happened before.” “We need to find the kids. Have you called the alpha?” I asked as I began to walk away from her in the direction of the kids playroom. The elders were huddled together in front of it and inside it. They were arguing loudly. Some had grieving expressions, some were angry and others were blank. Satisfaction curled deep within my guts. “How could this happen?” “How did a witch get in here in the first place? How can a witch be in our pack and in the alpha’s Manson?” Even if the elder Lazarus sounded angry, I could hear the fear in his voice and smell it.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong. My body contorted, bones snapping, fur sprouting across my skin. I howled in pain as I shifted unwillingly, my body forced into its wolf form, and when I looked up, I saw her eyes, cold and unforgiving. “This is your punishment,” Elysia hissed. “You will never be human again.”I tried to fight it, but I was powerless. My body twisted, trapped in my wolf form, unable to shift back. I growled lowly, but she was gone before I could react. With a final look of contempt, she left, slamming the door behind her.I ran.

, she sneered, anger flashing in her eyes. "This is a trap Merlin, we should go back" "If we go back and tell the rest of the pack, it'll just start a war between the werewolves and the witches. Is that what you want?" "They trespassed on pack territory and kidnapped Juliette, we have the right to demand her release and they would be punished", Zeke was right, but Merlin had a feeling that the Ancestors don't play by the rules. "They will be punished......after I get Juliette back", a fierce glint flickered in her eyes, as she began walking again.

And there, standing between two of the tallest monoliths, was her. She didn't run. That was my first mistake, thinking she would. "You're trespassing," I called out, my hand moving to my blade. My wolf surged forward, pressing against my consciousness, demanding I shift and tear her apart. The witch turned to face me. She was younger than I expected, maybe thirty winters at most. Dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and her eyes caught the moonlight like chips of amber. She wore simple robes, no armor, no visible weapons.

Weller was the wicked witch of the West for coming up with such a difficult task. Tired of her own thoughts, Trix went an joined her friends by the cooler. "There she is," Trix's friend Marcus greeted her. "Jericho, here was just telling us about your little Cinderella problem," Marcus teased. Trix turned to Jordan and mouth 'traitor', he shrugged in response. The group chuckled at Trix's distress. "This is not funny, you guys. I could get expelled," she explained. "Lies, your principal wouldn't risk expelling the daughter of one of their richest benefactors. That would bunkers," Zara commented taking a sip of her beer.

The witch tries three more times, but the same thing happens. “Let’s see if you can block this!!” She shouts after a moment of gathering massive amounts of energy, but the same result. “Move! I’ll handle this little bitch!” Titus says in his wolf form. “Woah, no need for name-calling. I only took your hand.” Titus’s wolf growls. “I’ll kill you.” “Well, you can certainly try. I was getting bored with your witch...No offense.” She turns to the witch and smirks.

Fenrir’s cry answered it, the sound of a wolf that had seen a corner of Home burned down to its foundations. “Who did this?” Jory demanded, voice raw. A figure lounged in the shadow where Mara had disappeared: another witch, older perhaps, or simply more amused. “We did,” she said, clapping slowly. “You came like wolves and expected a meal. Instead you will dance with grief.” I leaped, not quite calculating, and caught her shoulder. The witch’s skin was like parchment. She laughed, and that laugh was braided with the smell of smoke. “Draco will be so pleased,” she said. “He likes tidy proof.”