Aunt Belle

Aiden's Pov

I barged into the main pack house, I didn’t slow down as I almost tore the door from its hinges. My mind was raced, and my only thought was to find my mother.

“Where’s Mother?” I barked, without caring to greet anyone. I didn’t have the time.

Lucy, who was sitting in the room, looked up at me with her eyes widen and worried eyes.

“Is everything alright, Aiden?” her voice laced with concern.

“Where is she?” I nearly shouted, ignoring her question. My tone was sharp, urgent, and it made Lucy flinch slightly. She pointed towards the larger sitting room, but before I could storm off, our mother emerged, her expression stern.

“Aiden, why are you shouting at your sister?” she asked, her voice commanding and disapproving.

Without wasting a second, I cut straight to the point. “Mother, I need you to call Aunt Belle.”

Her eyes widened at my request. Aunt Belle wasn’t just anyone; she was one of the most powerful witches in Rome and calling her meant something extremely serious was