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I had heard many rumours about their kind, most of which didn’t exactly cast them in a very good light. Contrary to popular human belief, true witches were few in numbers now. Most family lines were hunted to extinction in the 15th and 16th century. After that most of the so-called witch trials and executions were of completely harmless humans, or humans who could boast of a magical connection but was not enough to be classed as an actual witch. So, the fact Alison was here, and mated to a wolf, was completely unheard of.

“My name is Jenna.” Kristi could not know it, but Jenna was a witch. She was more than three hundred years old. As a teenager in seventeenth century Massachusetts, she had managed to elude the zealots of the Salem Witch Trials, even while dozens of women were being hanged as witches, most of them innocent. If she could have helped any of them she would have, but there was nothing she could do except save herself. She had made a habit of keeping a low profile ever since. “I’m going to ask you a few questions,” Jenna said. “Blink once for yes, twice for no. Do you understand?”

the warriors start murmuring among themselves. "Isn't the woods declared to be dangerous for now? When did Prince Lucian found his mate? Is the rumor about a witch in Crisinda true?" The warriors asked among themselves while Russell paused for them to digest the piece of information he just passed before he continue. "Due to the rise in rogue sighting and the fruitless effort of the king to reach the prince, it is feared that the prince has most likely been abducted but we don't know where," another round of murmuring broke out among the warriors.

She made it three steps before a dart tipped with rosemary extract found her neck. By midnight, five "wolves" lay bound in the dungeon, their stolen skins discarded like dirty laundry. Not a single guest in the main hall noticed. Three nights later, at Alpha Vance's territory, history repeated itself. This time, it was during his daughter's coming-of-age ceremony. The great hall smelled of lilies and the special "blessed wine" served to all attendees. I watched from the high table as the first witch—disguised as Vance's own cousin—began clawing at her necklace.

Jackson and his friends waywardly went back inside the room and continued their ritual; it was only a matter of time before someone got a whiff of his this and went ahead and reported to the council. The witch council governed my old and arrogant wizards. It was almost midnight, and I needed to go home; I went back to the party in search of Christa, but she wasn't anywhere near the party grounds, and the more time I waited, the quicker everyone here got killed by the witch council ( the system).

"It's not that simple… There are some conditions for the witch to be able to make the sacrifice." She was explaining, but I cut her off "Conditions like what?" …. "First: The witch sacrificing herself shall be one of Salem's lines, and due to the witch hunt organized in early 1692 it is unlikely to find anyone around. Not to mention that they all intend to hide their origins and change their family name. "Second: She also has to be a virgin, the witch surfacing herself. The witches shall not be touched by any sort of man. Last: She has to link to the hybrid, and let me tell you that it took us about three months to finally be able to link both Elisabeth and Evanora together.

I left out the part about the harnessing the power of the sunlight…until I had more information about that I felt like I wanted to keep it to myself. “Creepy…” Caleb added at the end of my explanation. “Man, I can’t remember the last time I saw a witch…They all moved back down to Salem from what I heard…Something about the ground there being full of magic from the murdered witches or something. I can’t recall exactly. Either way, not the kind of folks you want to mess around with. Extremely powerful, and nasty if you get on their bad side.” “Wish we had a witch on our side to help us find whatever is killing the wolves” I said to them. “Maybe we should go down to Salem and ask one?”

Caitlin began to read, and was so taken by it, she decided to read it aloud to Caleb. “Listen to this,” she said. “‘In Salem, in 1692, a large group of teenage girls suddenly fell ill. Most of them lapsed into a fit of hysteria, and screamed out that they had been attacked by witches. Many of these girls went so far as to name the witches who were afflicting them. “Because their illnesses were so mysterious, and because many of these girls died suddenly and there was no other explanation for it, the townspeople fell into a frenzy. They hunted down the people accused of witchcraft.

I found the section on witches and warlocks. The families were listed alphabetically. I scanned through them quickly, looking for one name in particular. There. Adhams. I slowed down, reading carefully. The Adhams rose to prominence during the Salem trials. The first Adham matriarch, Elspeth, awakened as a spellweaver during the persecution. She'd used her power to protect others, to shield the innocent from the flames. That protection had come at a cost. She'd revealed herself, marked herself as dangerous in the eyes of those who feared magic. But she'd survived. More than that, she'd thrived.

She was nearly on the verge of completely shutting down. “Deanna, it is a huge part of history,” Max said as he looked at her as she was still drawing a blank. “The Salem witch trials. Though not so much in the woman who were tried but their families who were left behind. Your family had to be tied to that. The curse was pretty straight forward that the family had to sacrifice one child from each generation as the line grew. I am not exactly sure where they got the two lines to become one from, but that might because it wasn’t so wrong to have cousins marry, or they looked the other way when fathers and daughters had children as well. However, that is more than enough to believe the perversi