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"The original owner, Blaire Gardens, was a witch. She chose to take her own life. She claimed something had been haunting her for years—something she could no longer endure." The woman inhaled sharply before turning back to face me. "Here you go," she said, lifting a worn, aged book from the desk and holding it out toward me. "This is what you came for, right? Please… just let him go." I didn’t reach for the book. Instead, I used my power to lift it into the air, its pages flipping open on their own. My eyes scanned the text, ensuring it was what I needed. "Yes. It is," I confirmed, finally grabbing the book and securing it inside my bag.

“It was not like that.” His brother’s eyes widened then. “Do not tell me you care for the witch? You were in her bed for one night. You did not do something foolish like take her for your mate, did you?” As he asked, he started to reach for the plaid covering Cameron’s right shoulder. Cameron bared his teeth at his brother, and a little plume of smoke escaped through his teeth in warning. “I did not. I took her virtue to strip her of her power. Once a witch loses her virginity, she loses her powers as well.”

"What is it like in your world? I used to read books about your world when I was little, they were just stories though or so I thought. I can't believe those stories were true." "Well, in my world there are also stories about you people. We read about werewolves and vampires and mermaids and wraiths and of course witches," she laughs at that, "I never knew those stories were true, being one is beyond my wildest imaginations," she says with a smile which Katie returns. "Your story definitely beats mine" she says. "I'll tell you all about my world when we have the time," Sarah tells her and that lights up her face.

“You had no experience to go off of, spirit witches are powerful, it's no wonder they rarely seek asylum in packs. They’re able to survive on their own, not protected by any packs or any of their covens. The spell that she had over you was probably fool proof.” She’s about to respond but we reach the witch’s cottage. I pull her up the stairs with me and knock on the door. Blair answers immediately. “Alpha! Come in, please.” she says while stepping aside. I enter her house, I’ve been here plenty of times, so I’m expecting the overwhelming scent of all her herbs that are drying on the counter. She leads us past the kitchen and to her office.

One Hour Earlier Mac “The witch’s in the cabin.” Blake fell into step beside me. We were heading towards the cabin, the farthest from the main house. I cast out my senses over the area, wrinkling my nose as I picked out a scent that did not belong. It was a human scent, but tainted with strong hints of the Lore. Which made sense since witches, unlike other Lorekind, were actually human. Lore had it that the first witch had been blessed by Hermia with powers which had then passed to her descendants.

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

I shift and rush towards her wrapping her in my arms. I pepper her face with kisses as she laughs and I pull away and say, “Thank you, you were incredible and perfect. Did anyone notice you?” She shakes her head no, “Marinette and I tag-teamed to get through all the witches, anyone who saw me was quickly drained of their blood. No one knows the new Luna Queen is also a fairy.” I nod, relief filling my body, if the hunters knew she was a fairy, if any hunter made it out alive then she would have a bounty on her head. Our children would too because our children will be the first fairy-wolf hybrids in existence.

But it so happened that the moon goddess had other plans and many witches were mated to wolves, most of them who accepted the mating had to live a life of exile if they weren't even killed or made docile by their packs or coven. My father had not given up on my mother because he had longed for a mate before he was given one. My mother had tried to kill herself when she found out that she was mated to a wolf, but my father had saved her and taken her away with him. They had stayed together in the glade of the fairies until she healed and then he claimed her and soon after that she fell pregnant with me and they couldn't leave because they didn't know how to handle the child, not to mention th

I walked away, defeated. I asked a couple of traders, but none of them had seen her. My hope had gotten thinner. I found a lot of flyers on the wooden post; pictures of wanted people from stealing, murders, rapist, and lost and found children. I pulled one black and white flyer with a picture of a woman that looked very familiar. My pulse raced as I took a closer look at the picture. WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde

“So, sweet baby, here is what is happening. I am taking your Mum on a girl’s day out. We are going to see a movie, then we are going to eat, go to the spa and then go shopping.” “Wow, glad to know that I don’t get to know this but the baby does.” “Shush, Amy. I am trying to have a conversation here.” I laughed as she told my tummy jokes and finally settled for telling me about things that had been happening in the pack since I was mostly sleeping and in the room these days. Apparently, Blair had someone she liked and it was a werewolf. I could not wait to tease her about it, given that she had sworn that she would not be caught dead with a supernatural being.