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And trust was the only thing keeping this pack together. I lifted my hand. Golden energy flickered around my fingers. Adrian closed his eyes. And then.. A sharp whistle cut through the air. Every head snapped toward the forest. A shadow moved between the trees. Slowly. Deliberately. And then… She stepped out. The witch. Her red eyes glowed with amusement as she surveyed the clearing. “Well,” she said smoothly. “This is interesting.” Marcus growled. “Everyone get ready!” But the witch ignored him. Her gaze stayed locked on me.

Willow sat with the white book in her lap, her fingers gently grazing the soft leather as she hesitated to open it. She felt the familiar warm hand on her upper back as she glanced over to her lover. He nodded slowly, encouraging her to take the next step. She took a deep breath, slipping her fingers beneath the cover and opened it. For a second nothing happened, but then a bright white light blinded her vision as she felt a force pull her very essence from her body. On instinct she wanted to fight it, but she knew she needed to surrender in order to receive the answers she needed. So, she let go. She relaxed her body, cleared her mind and the intensity of the white light lessened until her

Fury bubbled in Helena's gut as she flung open the doors to the room the meeting was taking place, her magic causing the air around her to crackle. "Wh-, What is the meaning of this?" Stuttered one of the gathered Weres, as he tried and failed, by his wide-eye stare, to appear unaffected by her presence. Helena prowled deeper in, ignoring his question, the sound of her soles tapping against the wooden floorboards echoing in the quiet room.

It felt as though my very essence was being unraveled, layer by layer, and I gasped for breath, struggling to endure the torment. Beside me, our father was also undergoing the same painful process, though he seemed to be taking it with more grace than I was. He clenched his fists, his face contorting in agony, and I could tell he was far from pleased. The others had already collapsed, but I didn’t know where Matt was. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep standing. What was she doing to us? The witch continued her incantations, her voice weaving through the air like a haunting melody. After what felt like an eternity, the pain began to subside, leaving me breathless and weak. The witch stepped

So, I'll just drop it here for those of you who understand! Oh, and this book will start serializing with daily uploads as soon as we get to 100 views. Thanks! Prologue The Witch COLOURFUL FIREWORKS painted the night sky while loud music from the palace played. The smell of delicious food and wine hung in the air. The dark-haired witch walked speedily into the night, clutching her bundle against her chest. To her credit, the little urchin made no noise. The woman hid the baby, her heart pounding as she put on a false sense of bravado and walked past the palace guards.

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

It soon floated into the temple-like space while the witches began to panic. Their hold on Iran and I began to weaken as they tried to shy away from the fog. They were afraid of it. The moment he got the chance, he released another roar as we finally broke free from their hold. This time, there was nothing to stop Iran and I from charging forward and attacking the witches. He scratched one of them and she cried out in pain. The metallic scent of blood filled the air instantly and that was when the second witch screamed again like she had done before.

Chapter 34 Third person POV Katherine felt her soul slipping away as she opened her eyes to find a white-haired girl standing before her. The pungent scent of magic wafted through the air, unmistakable evidence that this stranger was a witch. "How did she get here?" Katherine muttered to herself, alarm creeping into her voice. The witch, Amelia, flashed a mischievous smile, though her eyes remained cold. "Little omega, don't fret; I'm not an enemy unless you want me to be."

*Cali POV* My eyes are shutting down when I see him. “No!” the witch cries in disbelief as my fuming Epsilon and Rufus snatch their charms from her neck. I drop on the floor and hungrily take in the air I was starved off a minute earlier. I sit up in time to notice the witch’s hair turning red. She is trying to flee when my extended, mighty and pissed-off family arrives. Now we are even.

I screamed Alpha Axel, acted quickly as he pushed Athena away, but in doing so, he was trapped in the cage himself Alpha Axel grunted “ Don't worry about me. Focus on the witches!” A dozen witches emerge from the shadows, ready to engage us in combat. Athena swiftly transforms into her wolf form, ready to fight “ You won't get away with this!” Athena gritted through her teeth as she faced the witches “ Athena, handle the physical combat. I'll try to free Alpha Axel from the cage!” I said with utmost confidence As Athena engaged in a fierce battle with the witches, I focus my energy on trying to release Alpha Axel from the trap. Suddenly, a surge of power courses through me, and a wave of ene