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Green light gathered around their palms, swirling, growing, forming into a ball of sickly energy. "The ward will hold," Elias said. "It has never been broken." "It has never faced this," Noah said. The witches released their magic. The green ball flew through the air and struck the ward. The silver light flickered. The ground shook. The baby kicked. The ward held. But it trembled. "Again," Maya said. The witches chanted again. Another ball of green light. Another strike. The ward flickered again. Cracks appeared in the silver surface, thin as spiderwebs, but there.

“Little girl, you haven’t heard what I have to say and you’re already declining.” “What do you want, then?” She snarled, enlarging her eyes in fury. “All you have to do is join me. Slowly, you will get to know what I want.” “I won’t join forces with a witch!” The witch let out a cackle. The power of her laugh brought forth a dark gust of wind, sending her and the others surrounding her into a flurry. “You don’t know what’s good for you, Jade Gold.” She raised a slender finger, extremely long. Her skin gleamed with a bright green aura.

"I wish I could understand! Why don't you tell me instead? Who is that man? Who are you? Where am I right now?" The witch’s smile grew even colder, her eyes cutting through Leon like a blade. "Those are things you don't need to know," she said, her voice low and laced with a subtle threat. "You only need to do what I tell you to do." Leon let out a bitter laugh, his chin raised in stubborn defiance. "What if I refuse?" The witch's eyes darkened at his defiance, and then she showed a smile that was anything but reassuring. From the folds of her robe, she drew out a small vial. The liquid inside was a strange, unsettling deep green, and it emitted a nauseating stench.

Katrina’s father stood silently, his face tense, as they waited. The witch began speaking, her voice a hushed whisper, her eyes blinking rapidly, almost unnaturally, before she stopped abruptly and turned to face them. “Stolen things do not ever last,” she said, her words heavy, her gaze locking onto Katrina with an intensity that made her shift uncomfortably. Katrina glanced at her father, then back at the witch, a shy smile tugging at her lips, her nerves battling her determination. “I have come to—” she began, her voice shaky, but the witch cut her off, her tone firm and certain. “I know why you are here,” she said, bending over to pick up a small bundle wrapped in cloth. Her fingers move

Her gaze landed on Sarah. The witch’s mouth curved into something between pity and delight. “Ah. The foolish runt wolf who thought she could out-curse the Alphas Luna.” She knelt, fingers hovering over the wound on Sarah’s head. Steam rose as her palms began to glow faint green. The smell of herbs and rot filled the air. “Still breathing,” she murmured. “Barely.” The witch pressed both hands to Sarah’s chest. The magic crawled through the dead air, slithering across the floor like mist. The fire pit reignited on its own, blue-white flame licking up from cold ash.

"Now, write down their full names for me while I gather what I need for the spell.” Pen in hand, I hesitated. Was this right? I’m an Alpha—I don’t need a witch’s help to win the woman’s heart. I just have to prove I’m the one she deserves. The witch returned, holding a tiny glass vial of water and a sky-blue ceramic bowl. Without a word, she poured the water in, folded the paper with their names, and dropped it into the bowl. Smoke curled up in thin tendrils, gray and whispering. “Perfect,” she said with a grin. “Sit across from me. It’s time.”

They didn’t understand the truth we held. “Let it go. Save them,” Lily urged. I didn’t hesitate. I tapped into the strength of nature around me, something I’d never done before. I usually healed its wounds, nurtured its life, but now I needed its power like a lifeline. The witch and the rogue were too focused on Nikolai to notice me. I seized the moment and called upon the energy around me. Nature surged inside, filling me with an exhilarating strength. Then, it exploded. A deep green light burst from me, knocking the witch and the rogue back. They stumbled, momentarily stunned. The witch began shooting her dark magic towards me, but I raised a shimmering green shield just in time to block i

Baba Yaga's lessons echoed in her mind: “We all have a color, witch-daughter. Some growl red, others spark yellow. I am a deep, dark green, like the bowels of the earth. But you, you shine like a lion's pelt. It is a treacherous magic you possess. You must master it, or it will betray you.” She shivered, and her concentration broke. Her magic pulsed like a tide, bearing down on her mind. Anya’s brain stretched, trying to accommodate the pressure.

Chapter 49 “Amuletum dicimus contradixerit tibi adduc velatos te et domum tuam. Tu nos iubes?” The Witches started chanting. I was impatiently waiting, but nothing seemed to be happening. They continued chanting and a green light appeared above them for a split second and then it was gone. But it sent an energy blast that flung books off the shelves in my library. It also knocked the three Witches back, breaking the circle and stopping the chanting.

“Look. there’s an ass picture of the supposed dragon lord.” Green mumbled next to White. “I can see that, Green.” White tried to control her lips from vomiting. “Just alerting you.” “Thank you.” Green and White were disguising themselves as a wizard and a witch. Wands at each hand. “Young man,” a soft touch was placed on Green. Green reflexly turned his head at the old lady next to him. His green eyes dilated a mere second before a sweet smile emerged.