Walten Files Witch Sheep Novels & Stories

The wolfsbane they kept injecting me with was taking a tool on me. When Mitchl walked in with the witch by his side, i knew it was over for me. They had planed to strip me of my wolf and use the power against our pack. Mitchl was gloting like he did something great. He bossed the rouges to beat me up. He commanded the witch to pleasure him right in front of me. But what made me sick to my stomach was how he fisted the witchs' hair as she pleasured him and whispered Lights' name over and over again until he was satisfied.

I quietly approached the witch’s hut until I was close enough to hear voices. “Hold it still!” “I’m trying! It’s wriggling around too much. Just get it over with.” I could hear the sound of terrified bleating. It sounded like a sheep in distress. A lamb, actually. It sounded too small and weak for an adult sheep. Then, I heard a strange sound, followed by silence. I couldn’t explain why I did what I did next. That tiny voice that had been echoing in the back of my mind took hold for a moment, and I knew that there was something going on in that hut that needed to be stopped.

I do not even know a she-wolf as bold as her. She was indeed a warrior, and in another time and another place, I would have been proud of her. But this was not another time and another place. She wanted to take my pack from me, and my members did not see it because she was not only an Omega, but she was also a witch.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

They said that Alpha Walters was indeed there and there were about close to 200 she-wolves in captivity, with a large number of them pregnant, but then some of them were malnourished and near death. Gael then called for Doc Simmons and informed him that he would be accompanying them, but outside of where the action was and for him to get his medical team together as they would be leaving late in the evening. The scouts also said they saw the witch, but she had also cast charms around the perimeter so that they would be alerted if anyone or anything would cross their border. Gael mindlinked Phoenix to call for Tolina. He wasn’t ready to let everyone know they had their own witch on pack lands

She had fallen into a heavy sleep and missed the sounds of someone approaching. "There, there, little wolf," Aaron said, kneeling beside the she-wolf. He could see leaves and mud coating her thick white fur. He leaned down and heaved her bulk in his arms, carrying her carefully back to his white 2019 F-250 pickup. After he laid her on the back seat he made a call to Dylan and Oscar asking them to meet him at his home and prepare the white room for a guest.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Tell the she-wolf this is a warning. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Not tell the Alpha. Not tell Ironfang. The she-wolf. Her, specifically, by role if not by name. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Someone who was watching her close enough to know she was the operational centre of the alliance's security. Someone who wanted her to know they were watching. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She finished the last binding. Stood. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Beta Bill hesitated, then said softly, "Sir… I don't think she ever did. Have you truly looked into it?" Gary's expression darkened. "What are you implying? That those werewolf reporters fabricated everything?" Bill didn't dare speak again. He bowed and left to carry out the orders. Soon after, Gary's official statement hit the internet. Just as he predicted, pack's anger began to cool. Until someone replied to the press release—and their comment exploded across social media. "Funny. Isn't your mate already dead, Mr. Brown? Didn't you hand over her herb to the Black clan's adopted daughter? So… you really didn't know she died?"

When you start using magic for ill intentions you can become a dark witch or wizard and it’s very hard to turn back. Elder Wynn goes on about our roots in the magical world and how our town was founded by his father’s father’s father’s father back in the late 1600s when witches were hunted and burned at the stake. We made an alliance with the werewolves to live peacefully without persecution from the human world. The problem is we haven’t changed anything since then it’s as if the entire council is still living in the 17th century.

When a comfortable silence settled between them for some seconds, Caleb glanced at the stuff displayed at the table again and ask, "so, they came from her, your aunty?" "Yeah, that's her handwriting." "Well, I guess it's time to go hunting for information."/Caleb concluded as he stole a glance at his wrist watch. "Yeah, we have a werewolf secret to discover," Anya nodded. With a shared resolve, they decided on a date to delve into the pack's archives, seeking any references to forgotten events, artifacts, or secrets that might have been left behind by their predecessors. As that was left hanging in the air of Anya's living room that was unusually quiet, something else was observing them, wat