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He held his jaw as if to stop them from talking more and instead stood up. I was shocked. I thought I made him angry, I said sorry but then he looked at me blankly. "I'm a magician Harriet, you must've forgotten about that, I know what I'm doing. If there’s any werewolf here that you can trust, that would be me."

Her words echoed in my mind, each one twisting deeper into my heart. She’s right.I thought of all the times I could have left, all the chances I had to walk away, but I was too selfish, too caught up in her beauty, in the life we could have had. I didn’t listen. And now, Seraphina is dead. Elysia’s hands trembled as she raised them, a dark aura swirling around her fingers. I felt my wolf stir, but before I could do anything, the magic hit me like a wall, knocking me to my knees.“No...” I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong.

From their appearances, Lyla could tell that the two girls were also witches. "You know your family's reputation among us, don't you? A troublesome family who is under the supervision of the Witch Council," said another---the girl with a round face. "So what?" asked Lyla as she's challenging the sharp gaze of the two girls. "I'm Deborah Coffey. I'm the head of the Witch class. And she's Sarah Litcher, my second-in-command. We want to make sure your troublemaker genetic won't make problem here." Lyla hissed at Deborah's words.

His mouth opens around Garren's name, then again, softer, a question with no good answer waiting behind it. One of the witches reaches forward. Her fingers, thin and pale as bone, brush against Harvey's forehead, and the scream that tears out of him afterward doesn't sound like it belongs to anyone in that room anymore. It isn't quick. It isn't merciful. His skin doesn't tear or burn, and there is no blood to stain the marble beneath his boots. Instead his skin ages, decades folding into seconds, hair bleaching gray then white in patches that spread faster than his hands can reach to touch them. Wrinkles carve themselves into a face that was smooth a heartbeat ago.

The last thing I needed was more trouble. By afternoon, the trees thinned out and the path joined a bigger road. I saw other travelers. A group of young mages chatting about academy entrance tests. A merchant with a cart full of glowing potions. I joined the flow of people, keeping my head down and listening. "Did you hear about the witch at the werewolf execution?" one mage whispered to his friend. "They say she grew dragon wings and disappeared. The Alpha King is furious. He has patrols out everywhere." I kept my face blank and walked past them. My heart beat faster. Kael really was not giving up. Good thing I looked nothing like the girl they burned at the stake.

"What is it?" Harvey hesitated for a moment, and then turned to me, before he spoke, "Dresh is not just any werewolf. She's a member of a powerful witch family." "What?!" I exclaimed, wondering why Harvey was trying so hard to tarnish my image before the Lycan King. I turned to Annel, and her mouth was hanging open.

“I don't know Harley but we have to do something about it. Will you help me?” Harley looked at Marietta and then Zack and Lexy before going quiet for a while. “Zack, where did you say you heard the rumors that the witches might be?” “They are outside California,” “Where exactly?” “Minneapolis.” “Then, that's where we're going.” Two hours later, both Harley and Marietta were on the plane to Minneapolis. **** “Mom, what are you talking about, I can't start a war for no sensible reason.” “It's not a sensible reason. The Montgomery pack stole something from us, our pack's most cherished treasure and you're saying it's not sensible?”

Walking was so slow and we weren’t making good progress. About a year ago, the constant running was becoming too much. I knew that we were getting closer, but we were still a few hours away. Harley met with a witch named Sarah who said that she knew Raina, the red wolf compound, and offered to help us. She said that she could put together an elixir that would suppress our wolves. She would also call her connections at the compound and have them come pick us up. Ivy trusted her and we decided to do what Sarah said.

She could feel that this three year old boy was more powerful and cunning than she was that's why she had to keep a close eye on him but surprisingly she didn't realize when and how he vanished from there even after tying him up with strong chains that belonged to the ancestors. "What! How on earth did this happen. I mean... How did he unlock the chains. Only a witch could do that. Isn't he Maya's son? What's happening? I must find this creature. I can't be wrong about him."Susan thought with her heart racing faster than normal. Of course this was beyond her. There was no way this boy could possess witch powers that would unlock the chains. There was no witchness within his bloodline. Susan

His mana drained to zero. Outside of the time-frozen world, a yellow sorceress who was sending signals just a few seconds ago finally stopped. She was the one controlled by Niccoli and she finally managed to hack every mode of communication in the whole country. Niccoli made him temporarily replace every headline with a single sentence. "The Blood Witch has intruded Iridos!" Grace, as the person in question, naturally came to know about what Niccoli did and by now, given how large of a commotion the message had made outside, she could feel that the ones she was wary about were heading towards her.