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But the more he asked for answers, the worse she became. He hired a private investigator when another forty-five hundred dollars went missing, as did two of his watches and her wedding ring. Kenji himself looked for clues in the house. In the bathroom, underneath the sink, he found small empty bags and some cellophane wrapping. She stuffed them in the middle of a book, The Grimoire for the Green Witch. He was afraid. He told homicide what she was doing. Throughout the book were spells, divinations, and ritual practices. They were all underlined and marked as completed. She was trying to get pregnant. Her desperation led her to witchcraft.

Nora wanders over to the table. “What are you looking for?” She asked, sitting down at the opposite side of the table. “Answers.” He muttered. “Same.” Nora sighed looking over the books. Jace kinda smirked at the answer she gave. He picked up a book and passed it to her. She looked at it carefully before taking it. “Here it's all about werewolves and hunters. You might get some answers while I try to figure out my own problems.” Jace said softly.

---------------- Third person POV (2 days ago Nora Parker or rather Nora Sanders as she calls herself now smirked at her daughter's reaction when she saw her. She had always hated Rosalyn since before she was born, Nora had once visited a witch to read her fortune and it was there she found out she was pregnant and the witch told her that the baby she carried would cause her to loose someone special to her.

And by preferring to engage in a battle of bruised egos with me, he was playing into my hands and he had no idea about it. A few weeks after I found out the Mayerts had accepted my offer of help and that they were coming here to sign the deal like I wanted, I was fortunate enough to meet a witch here in the pack. She hadn’t been in practice for over a decade but she still commanded a great deal of power, one talk led to another and she assured me she had a way to solve my problems without the need for war. She gave a book passed down from the great witches from her coven, the Book of Impossible Tasks written by the first witch of the North. No supernatural creature had ever been able to pass

“Nora doesn’t know much. She has been here for as long as she remembers. Sally found her roaming in the garden. She has no memory of her past life, and she does not have a clue about how she got here. Both of us are witches.” “There are a lot of young people here,” Elizabeth said. “Yes, around fifty and all different kinds. Some are happy to be who they are while others have a hard time coping with all of this,” Nora said. The two of them looked inquisitively at her. “Ah! Yes! My soul is bonded to Zai, one of my ancestors. She is a powerful witch. Apparently, I come from a long line of witches, and I did not know that until yesterday,” Elizabeth said.

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

Hazel let out, Cora nodded and tried to hide the fact that their words hurt her feelings. "Do it your way then" Nora walked to where Hazel plopped the basket of herbs in the cottage and carefully selected what was needed. She squeezed them slightly and hurled them into the pot Hazel was still mixing. "I've gotten the spell!" She said, looking at the big spell book as her sisters stopped when they were doing and gathered around her, looking at the book on the table. Cora felt the urge to peek at what they were staring at but recollected they implored her not to interfere in witches' businesses.

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.

_____________________________♡✿♡____________________________ NORA'S POV I prayed for Horace's safety as soon as he left with Matteo and the warriors, he is so dear to me, and I didn't want to lose him to a wild witch. Thinking of it, I began to wonder what made the witch run wild and why she had to run into werewolf territory. Is she facing the same predicament my family faced that made us seek shelter for here? My head was going rampage, and I was so worried as I kept on checking my wristwatch... It had already been thirty minutes, and none of them had returned. I silently wished that the witch wouldn't show up here where I was.

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t