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"You indeed are his mate. You were marked by the golden dragon?" "Yeeees?" "That's strange," she looked at her feet thoughtfully. How did she see it? She looked back at me. "What are you?" "Witch," "What kind of witch?" "Shadow and nature kissed, my powers are drawn from three elements, autumn the strongest. The rest are…" "What's a shadow witch?" "Oh, it's a rare kind of witch, I'm the only one in existence. Shadow witches are witches that stand between the living, the dead and the moon…"

This was why the saying; ‘Kill a witch on sight, ask questions later’ even existed. Alpha Jackson ran at her, his large wolf letting out a piercing roar before he swiped at her, which she blocked with a wall of ice. He went flying to the ground as Dad jumped in next. He was younger and faster than Alpha Jackson. I got myself ready, letting both of them attack the witch, waiting for my chance. It was a mess of blood, shooting daggers of ice, wolves and the witch. Around us, the remaining wolves were fighting the Wendigos. Some tried to help us, only to be killed by the witch instantly.

I'm not happy! * (Lucid dream is meant by the author is a lucid dream that immediately takes someone's life through dreams) "Calm down, young man, we visit you only to give this," said the lion head again. Now there is a light in front of me, the light gradually changes its shape into a cube and a book. The cube that I saw in the room. "Fight Lucifer and find the seven witches, guard the cube and this book," said the lion head again. I also took the book and cube, feeling confused.

Yellow eyes only pierced back at me, it felt like he was staring into my soul," right, well... you seem to be quite confused. My name is Julian. You could call me head of the special forces in the Ash Walker Pack. Gerwulf has instructed me to have you packed and ready to go by tomorrow night. He plans to attack Harvest Moon and doesn't want you to be here. We have a few days journey so if you have anything warm I advise taking it. Is there anyway you can pretend to be sick tomorrow? It would be best if you could avoid contact with anybody. I have to brief you on a lot of things and begin moving at the first signs of dusk." My mouth hung open, nothing seeming to make sense as I tried to proce

One of the witches looked nothing older than nineteen or twenty, while the other was older, looking like she was in her forties. "Maiden, mother, and crone," River whispered to herself as she remembered an old story she'd read as a child. This trio's arrangement wasn't ordinary. It had a symbolic meaning. After they paused in front of the intimidating rogue wolves and the three witches, the older one spoke with a snarl. "Alpha River. So, the rumors are true? You're a part witch part werewolf hybrid." Her pointed nose scrunched up as a scowl appeared on her face.

The world seemed to tilt on its axis, the familiar creak of floorboards turning into the groan of a far‑off funeral march. “What?” I asked, my voice thin as parchment. Jax entered behind her, his expression grim enough to make my stomach twist violently. “Three wolves,” he said quietly. “Definitely Alphas.” My pulse spiraled out of control. Lucen found me. No. No, that was impossible. Five years. Five entire years hiding from the world. There was no way... Fear crawled violently beneath my skin while my instincts screamed at me to run. Jax shook his head slightly, as if sensing the exact direction of my thoughts. “It’s not Lucen,” he said carefully. “At least… I don’t think so.”

I would save the man I loved. “Julian. Now!” He and his brothers and at least a dozen others surged forward, some human Wolfen also wielding machetes and axes, beating down the horrible creatures. The moment Julian and the others were able to pitch Jeremiah and the other primal werewolves back, I only waited until Julian and the others were safe before I pulled the trigger. “Jeremiah,” I called to the big, bad wolf. “Come out and play. I’m the queen of the Wolfen and you’re not wanted here.”

The chance of it happening was more than possible. “The fact that she can turn on us at any moment is what has me on edge. I didn’t like the thought of one witch on our territory but now we’re stuck with three,” Jake growled low. “Jake is right, we now have multiple witches here and no clue of how to control them,” Jamie says as she steps to my right. “Having three witches on our side is good for our pack, it’s good for our people. If we were playing a game, it would say our defense has risen,” I said.

I was a witch, a Silver Witch, with powers and a heritage that I had never known about. But as I sat there, trying to process everything, I remembered the prophecy that the prophet had told me. I sighed, realizing that I had always underestimated myself. I was more than just a werewolf, more than just a girl with strange powers. I was a Silver Witch, with a rich history and a powerful legacy. The Silver Wizard's eyes shone with happiness as he looked at me. "I'm so glad to finally reunite with my long-lost granddaughter," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

Neva. I surfaced from the stone slowly. Stood in the dead garden in the dusk with the carved piece of rock warm in my palm and a name sitting in my chest that had not been there ten minutes ago and already felt like it had been there a long time. Neva. The third witch. Older than Vael. Taken before my mother was born. The one the Architect had been told was dead and had chosen to believe because the alternative required harder questions. Not dead. Northwest. Far. And apparently capable of leaving carved stones in locked gardens and unsigned letters in locked rooms and a rose bud that had not been there this morning.