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In the dungeons, Mona was already alerted and killed all the dark witches with their prior arrangements. She didn’t know how Xyla knew so much about those rare and lethal herbs, but Mona had no sympathy for those dark witches. They chose this path willingly, and Mona was instructed to save innocent lives by any means. “Where are you taking me? Let me go.” Naomi screamed at the top of her lungs when two witches pulled her up from her bed. They used gloves to save themselves from touching wolfsbane spread on Naomi’s body. No one answered Naomi, but they pulled her up harshly and dragged her broken body outside the cell.

He stared down at the witches, his chest rising with short breaths from the ride. The witches stood unmoving-dark cloaks billowing, eyes glinting like molten silver. One of them stepped forward, her voice steady and sharp: "Alpha Haspan Cosmoses... are you allies with the traitors who defies us, or foes who dare trespass the Veilbound's decree? Speak your intent." Haspan looked from one witch to another, measuring them. His voice was cold, deliberate: "I'm no ally to fools who steal what's mine. I came for what belongs to me."

My brows reach my hairline in surprise, and I can feel myself blush, the heat from embarrassment coloring my cheeks. Reaching up, the little witch pulls her wolf's head down. Planting a kiss on the side of his cheek then lightly patting it. “Now, now, That’s not going to happen but…” She looks at me smiling, leaving what she was going to say hanging in the air. “We have not been properly introduced. I am Morgan Artos. The last witch of my line.” “Leneve. Daughter to Nyctimus. Cursed with dark magic.” I reply, not sure how the greeting exchange is meant to go.

I exclaim as I did not expect to see a woman, the sorceress of Mikael's pack, awaiting me. "It is a great pleasure to finally meet you, Luna of Guttenbrieg. We have come across each other already, but I will introduce myself again. I am Joma, the witch of this pack." She speaks with a faint West African accent and quite fast as if there are too many words that she must get out in a beat.

He stood toe to toe with him, "We came here because we want you to be our Alpha." Aiden chuckled as he slipped on his jeans, "Alpha. That's funny." "I'm not laughing, Aiden." Winston said seriously, "There's something you need to know about Godfried. About that Witch that's with him." "Did you mention a Witch?" Amira perked up, "Is she a Light or Dark Witch?" "Why does it matter?" Winston snapped, "A Witch is a Witch." Aiden growled at him, "Careful who you speak to. Amira is my Mate." Winston's eyes flickered from his to Amira for a moment before he stepped back, "How long has this Witch been in his company?"

“Hah!” I shift and glance at Aderyn uneasily. This might take a while. Aderyn croaks loudly then spreads its wings and flaps hard to gain the witch’s attention. “Day is almost upon us, so let me speak briefly. Gwen’s blood is, as you have noticed, wolf and witch. She has come to prove herself a witch and me her familiar. Do you accept?” The haggard women all stop talking long enough to listen before they all whisper to themselves. Even with my werewolf hearing, I can’t tell what they are saying.

Beta Norman shrugged, “would be no use for us. This pack doesn’t use witches except for life and death situations.” “Yes, what was the witch’s name that we used when that little girl Trina got sick? Helena right?” Beta Norman’s face paled. “No, our pack witch is called Jade.” I shrugged, pretending not to care. “Must have heard the name somewhere else then. Maybe Mona mentioned it.” “What did she say?” Beta Norman asked curiously. “Nothing but lies.” I replied and I walked towards the door. “I won’t bother you with her delusional tales of mind control and dark magic.”

Hecate laughed in turn, her green eyes glowing mysteriously after the disappearance of their third ally. "Magnus is a son of the Wind Tribe through his mother. I will help you, O Selene, for in his blood flows the ancient magic of the first people." Selene nodded gratefully, glad to have the support of the Goddess of the new moon. "Thus, wolves and witches will be united to protect her in the next cycle of rebirths." "Wolves and witches are mortals, no matter what anyone says," said a voice from above. The two goddesses looked up to the sky and saw a titanic form descending from the vault of heaven, wrapped in black gauze.

Her gaze scanned the surroundings looking for Camel's figure, but only the sound of the witch's laughter without her form. "Come out and face me for real, you bastard!" "Calm yourself, my Luna. Let me fight that witch!" "This is not good, Edward. It must be dealt with before all hell breaks loose!" "But everything is already controlled by the witch leaving the wariors little room to move." "No way. Aren't you the original descendants of rare wolves, how can you be this fragile?" Alpha female Sniders' forehead wrinkled at the reality of the strength of all the black castle pack members.

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.