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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

Willow told her. "Damn, I guess Lily was right after all. That changes things." Dante mumbled beside her, shaking his head at her when she wanted to ask what he meant by that. "What else did Hecate say?" Miss J asked earnestly. "The spell used to release her spirit was an ancient demonic spell that no Witch knows about. I think if we can somehow find out what that spell was, we can find a way to reverse it." Willow's hands shook as she attempted to drink her tea, but Dante took the cup from her and instead grabbed her hands to help calm her down. She didn't feel frightened though. It felt as if she had an adrenaline shot sent through her entire body and its sending her into overdrive.

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

Father Bosco's accusation reverberated through the room, igniting chaos as students screamed in panic. The men accompanying Father Bosco swiftly seized Anita, who fought desperately against their grasp. "Let me go! I am not a witch!" Anita's voice cracked with desperation as she struggled against her captors. Father Bosco brandished the witch-detecting object, but to the astonishment of everyone present, it displayed a negative reading. I watched in disbelief as Father Bosco repeated the test, yet the result remained unchanged. Father Bosco approached Anita, gripping her face roughly. "Tell me, witch, how have you remained concealed all this time?" he bellowed.

My heart was pounding and my magic was rising and my hands were cold. "What did you call me?" "You heard me." "Say it again." Sha's friends shifted and their faces were pale. Sha's smile was sharp and her eyes were wild. "You are a witch," she said. "Everyone knows it. The council knows it. The Alpha knows it. He is just too stupid to care." I stood and the chair scraped against the stone and the sound echoed off the walls. "Say that again," I said. "Say it loud enough for everyone to hear."

" You are a bit late for that, we already had our wedding night. " " Ok, I will not let you go inside till you gift me something. " " Oh, God !! Take my credit card. Get whatever you want. Now let me go. " " This card can not get what I want. " " Maya, you know my card has no limit. Why are you wasting time?? " " Take this back, I have my own. " " Ok, sorry what do you want?" " A cute little baby... " Awwww...so cute.

God better that bandana is clean, that’s what I hope internally as I glare at him one last time through my moistened lashes. The driver opens the door yanking me out which I didn’t cause any trouble. David gets out from the car right behind me in fear of me running away. I mentally laugh at the thought that how afraid they look being the werewolves as I am a mere witch who didn’t posses any powers yet. “Alpha is waiting eagerly for this chick”, driver chuckles wickedly as my skin gets pricked with goosebumps. As David’s hand grabs my arm yanking towards the woods I mentally prepare for what am going to do.

She was breathing carefully — the power had cost her something, I could feel the slight dimming of it through the bond, the way a flame dims when the air shifts — but her posture was straight and her face was composed and she looked like exactly what she was. The last wolf witch. Standing in the center of a room full of people who wanted her gone, and refusing, with every line of her body, to be gone. "That," Selene said, to the room, to Maren, to anyone who needed to hear it, "is what a wolf witch actually does. We don't destroy bonds. We see them. All of them. Every thread, every connection, every living thing you're tied to." Her eyes moved back to Maren. "Including yours, Elder Holt. Wou

The intruders were many and their scents were masked so I could barely tell who they were or where they came from. A huge fight had broken out, but the intruders were gaining the upper hand, I caught sight of a group of witches chanting a spell to weaken our wolves and I flew towards them immediately. Not many witches can fly and since they were still on the ground, I was sure that they were not witches of higher rank. Meaning they were no match for me. I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves.

His face was grim, his eyes scanning over the clipboard in his hands. “She’s stable,” he began, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. “But she’s been badly injured by what we believe was a wild animal, possibly a wolf.” “A wolf?” I repeated, disbelief in my voice. That didn’t make sense. There hadn’t been any reports of wolves in the area, at least none that I had heard of. The doctor nodded. “That’s what the injuries suggest. Deep claw marks, consistent with a wolf attack. It’s rare, but not impossible in these woods.”