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My wolf pressed against me, steadying me. The crackle softened. A single spark remained, glowing in my palm like a tiny star. Controlle and contained. I opened my eyes, trembling. The witch’s lips curved slightly. “Better.” Across the clearing, I caught Lucas’s face. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought it might crack. He looked like he wanted to rip me away, but he didn’t move. “Now release it,” the witch ordered. “How…” “Intend it, tell it to go.”

She asked after some time as she failed to find the thing-" Did you guys find the book?" I quickly closed the door and walked towards her. I took the book from my selves and handed her over. Her eyes were shocked as she exclaimed in excitement-" is it the book of Elis?" I nodded in yes as I sat beside her and we started looking inside the book. There were so many things that were written in Latin. She started to read slowly translating to me as I sat beside her listening to her. Junnie started translating-" The secret of Witchlands were lies in the soul of one true witch"

“The witch ranked 12th, that’s Critilla Manana, right?” “Yes. She goes by a different name here. I can’t blame her for it as I’m doing the same damn thing to protect my ass. He called me for something else and met me here to talk. When he found out I was after the witch he was investigating when the war started before she fled to Brazil, he happily volunteered to assist in this case.” “I’m glad to hear you aren’t out there alone. Do you trust him?”

I entered cautiously, the same winding tunnels guiding me back to the place where my fate intertwined with that of these enigmatic witches. Inside, the witches had assembled, their presence a palpable force. Sariah stood among them, her expression unreadable yet flickering with hints of curiosity and guardedness. As I approached, the witches’ eyes fixed on me, evaluating and assessing. “I have it,” I announced, my voice strong though my nerves tingled with apprehension. Holding out the book, I prayed silently that this would be enough. The calculating witch—whose name I still hadn't learned—stepped forward, her eyes narrowing slightly as she weighed the tome in her hands. The silence stretch

Letting go of Adira’s hand, I say to her in our link, “You get Alpha Zane, and I will distract the witch.” Gently, I began to push the door open and peeked inside to see Alpha Zane pinned to a wall, with nothing holding him to it with his feet off the ground. A wolf laid on the floor next to him, motionless, and the witch seemed to be packing what looked like books into a box. Adira slid past me and moved behind a table as I stepped in further, clearing my throat now to get the witch’s attention. Turning to me, the witch showed a look of disgust on her face as she says, “Not another Alpha.” As she raised her hands into the air.

They hurried to finish their food then went back to looking for books on the witches of the old religion. They spent the reminder of the day reading books of the witches of the old religion, just as they were about to give up Zande exclaimed standing up with the book in his hand. “I found it!” Xavier dropped the book he was holding and rushed to him. “Look here, it says the witches from the old religion are from Louisiana.” Said Zande with excitement. “Yes, that is progress but it does not mean we will find one there, they might have left after one of their own was executed.” Xavier said walking back to his table.

I do not talk about that with anyone. The air starts to buzz. “Duck!” I yell. Arrows start flying through the air. I stop all of them as I run forward. “Stop!” I yell at the witches running from me. They do what they are told. The rest of the wolves catch up to me along with Joe, which is what, I call him now. They take the four witches to their version of a compound for questioning.

Avery sat down on the edge of the table. "Wrong. The beast would be awake, alert, and in its strongest form." Wahika replied. "Let's postpone it then. Do we really need to do this?" Avery asked. "I don't want to die." Wahika brought out another book. "This was the older version. Some chapters are missing in the new version. They removed it and refurbished it as fiction." Wahika dropped the book on the table. "Only three people have access to this book. The white witch, that's me. The supernaturals burnt theirs to ashes during the war. The third —" Avery waited for her to say something, but Wahika didn't.

When I woke up, I was in an underground cell chained with silver, there was no means of escaping. I really wanted to see the face of my kidnapper. Who would dare attack an Alpha werewolf? I tried escaping from the chains, but they would not bulge and I was getting weaker and weaker. It was at that moment that I prayed for a miracle from the Moon Goddess if she would listen to my prayers. It wasn't long before the door rattled, and I was hopeful that it was someone who would rescue me. I thought wrong. It was my mate's Father, the leader of the witches coven. I was surprised to see he was behind my kidnapping.

"But I believe that you are very tight-lipped, right Mr. Smith?" "Y- Y- YES, I will make sure no one would ever hear a wind out of this!" Ken swore with an exaggerated nod. Mike White, the Lord of Warine, who wouldn't know his name in this whole empire? Even the most frightening and hideous mythical beings that stayed in the abandoned land of Marshfoth knew well what to do when they heard his name. And that was to run away! He didn't kill people due to his amusement and Warine the land he was responsible for never suffered from anything. Instead, the land was far prosperous for over centuries. But the man had the least humane heart. He would kill people he disliked with only one word,