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he explained. "Brock, how can I sever this vile tether to the vampire enslaving my friend?" "The path to liberation is fraught with peril. She faces a critical choice: vanquish her vampire master or implore a witch for assistance to escape her bonds. However, one must tread cautiously when engaging with witches, as their demands are steep and their bargains treacherous. They might claim the fate of your firstborn or siphon a portion of your life's essence each month to preserve their youth. More often than not, the price of their aid carries a burden heavier than the advantages it confers.

Cordelia took my prophecy scroll and replaced me, then seized all the dowry my mother left behind. My stepmother calculated correctly that I would not dare make a scene and demand it back in public. What belonged to me, I would take back this time. And I would make them pay a hundredfold. Aunt Marguerite trembled with rage. "Outrageous! The prophecy scroll was issued by the Royal Observatory based on Genevieve's birth date. It foretold her blessed fate. Stealing and switching it will bring divine retribution!

Flickering candles lined the edges of the circle, their flames dancing in rhythm with the whispers of the wind. Seraphina stood at the altar, her hands hovering over the five amulets spread before her. Her eyes were closed in deep concentration, her lips moving in silent incantation. Behind her, her coven of witches moved in unison, each of them chanting in an ancient language, their voices blending into a haunting harmony that seemed to resonate with the power of the amulets.

“Let’s go find your alpha and bring him home.” “What about your brother?” the stubborn Beta crosses his arms as he leans against a wall and watches me pack my satchel with various spell components. Unlike Hawthorne and Great-Grandmother who are both sorcerer-class witches, as a hedge-witch my energy needs to funnel through another medium. This means my magic comes through in the forms of potions and tinctures, a magic that can be felt with your fingers and tasted with your tongue. “We don't have time to wait for him. We need to do this now," I press as I continue to search the shelves for the last of my tools. "Have you seen a small copper bowl and brazier?”

Sort of amused at how much I can offend one sour woman with merely being quiet. I hate the showiness of this place, as though it’s a commercial tourist spot. Witchcraft is a hidden craft, it’s to be kept sacred and secret from the mortals to protect those of us who are left. Obvious shows have fuelled a whole line of human wannabes practising dark arts they have no right meddling with and only draw attention. The mess of spells gone awry in the past hundred years is proof they shouldn’t meddle where they have no right.

Especially one like Sophie who would stab anybody in the back to achieve the twisted goals of her coven. The bodies of the four other witches who were performing the strange ritual lay strewn across the ground in deformed and unnatural positions. Maverick bit back a smirk at the handwork of him and his capable gammas. Denzel knew that the witches would defend themselves easily if they were made aware of their arrival or given some time to prepare, so once he obtained Cinnia's location after bribing a witch from Vieux Carre to make sure the pack members he would be taking with him wouldn't be affected by the full moon and cast a locator spell using one of Cinnia's items; he made sure that an

I can control all of them. I manipulate the elements with the slightest movement of my fingers. I'm not bragging about it, but it's cool! However, I can't cast spells. Elemental wolves, in general, can't cast spells. Unlike witches, they can do more than just cast spells or perform tricks. It's based on how willing the witch is to delve into all paths, even the darkest ones. Well, Safira went even further than I expected. Meanwhile, my mother sacrificed herself to guarantee immortality for both me and my sister. Safira attained immortality without letting go of anything. She just tricked death...

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.

Katrina nudges Sarah and when she looks at her, she nods towards the lady bringing the globe. Sarah lifts her brow in question and when Katrina just nods, she voices out "am I supposed to…" "Yes, that's your globe, you need to go receive it. I'm jealous, when I was given mine, the presentation was nothing like this," Katrina says. Samantha takes Sarah's purse from her and gives her a small push. She advances slowly to the front of the hall. When she gets to where the witch holding the globe is, they all stop. "Stretch forth your hands," the old woman commands and Sarah does just that. Her hands are trembling slightly.

Who could have brought a pure witch in these parts? Taking out my amethyst stone, I blow my breath on it and it gets cloudy. Then I use my purple cloak to rub it whilst facing the direction of the Royal pack. When it starts gliding, I whisper the words, Reveal and I start seeing all the activity in that pack.