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I ignored her. Her nose is turning red! OMG she is crying! After all the resolutions I took to stay away from her I am now wiping her tears away! What the hell is she doing to me? I cannot see her cry. Something inside me broke when I saw her cry. SHE IS A WITCH!

It’s about time he knows what it feels like to be afraid and powerless. Dario’s war cry rises up in the night, filling my head with the desire to kill everything that’s a threat to me and mine. Is that what the cry does to everyone, I wonder. I fight the urge to shift and kill. I have the witches to think about. They aren’t used to werewolves, and in their fear, they’ve lost the ability to do magic. “Pruh—priestess?” a young girl says, tears streaming down her face. “What about the wolves?”

“I came here to talk—” “Haven’t you done more than enough?!” She interrupted. “What else do you want to take from us? You’re not even letting us mourn in peace?! What is wrong with you?! Just how deranged can you go? We haven’t done anything to hurt you after what you did so why…” As doors started to open and more witches started to find me there with the witch who was now crying, I knew I was losing them, if at all I ever had them.

Lilia couldn't understand where she was, her eyes on each candle. A loud cry drew her attention, Lilia looked up with panic eyes and in front of her were witches in black ropes. They surrounded a woman with who laid on a large stone, her screams filled the room and the ground shook in terror. Lilia watched with keen eyes, the witches surrounding the woman were so much that they covered the unknown lady whose screams pierced through her ears.

Making her fall down on the floor. " Agghhhhhhhhh" She cries with tears streaming down her eyes. She hasn't experienced something like this before. What's happening? And that's when she looks up to see the witches surrounding her. Their palms facing her as they speak a mantra. The colour of their eyes, yellow. And the pain worsens. Making her knees to tremble. Her entire body shaking. Like someone was pulling something out of her. Through her teary eyes, she sees. Ajax's shoes right in front of her. And before she knows.

He coughs abruptly and start gasping for air "Dad! No no please... Dad... Just hold on dad... we are already at gran.. Please dad!" I cry loudly A large number of witches and Warlocks from the black coven, fleetly appears to where we were in grandmother's front yard. They circle us. "Hermione? What is wrong? We heard your cry from the house" A woman says lowly. They were all draped in black gowns. "What is the problem?" Another voice chips in "Is that Christian Crofus?" Someone asks in shock, whispers rent in the air.

The maid’s giggles followed, echoing in her ears, like a curse. “The wolves fall, the witches rise.”

I was no alpha yet but I refused to let them separate me from- A scream tore through me as a slicing pain tasered through my brain. I clutched my head, my knees bucking underneath me. Another scream ripped through me as another wave of pain latched onto me. I managed to open my eyes just in time to catch the three witches in sync, muttering something. Hands raised and attention focused solely on me. No. My wolf growled as he fought to come close. But whatever the be-cursed women were doing to me forced her down.

he shouted and stomped out of the house in anger. “What do I do Lord, help me. I feel so alone.” hugging herself she wept, for the scary present and the unknown tomorrow ****************** A few hours later ****************** “Mum, wake up. You will catch a cold.” Chris shook his mum slowly Disoriented, she looked at her son, “I must have slept off while cleaning.” Chris knew this wasn’t true because the glasses he broke in anger were still scattered on the floor and from the way his mum was curled up on the ground, he knew she had been crying. But he didn't say anything but helped her to the yellow faded couch in the living room.

But I immediately suppressed the strange feeling and instead turned my attention to what he said. “Misunderstanding? You were there to take Maya. There's no misunderstanding in that,” I said. I took my hand back warningly and went straight to the other room where he said Maya was. But before I entered the room, I heard the two guys whispering and arguing at each other. “Elemental witches are crazy. There’s no way you could reason out with the likes of them, ” said the guys with blue hair. “Tsk. Stop generalizing them. Not all of them are like your witch,” the dark-eyed man replied in annoyance.