Chapter 347: What Choice Do I Have?

Zane’s POV

It took me a moment before the words really settled in.

Callista? Was she for real?

I didn’t respond at first. She continued to stroke my chest. To my left, the witches were engaged in what could only be described as a full-on sexual fever pitch.

Five werewolves had been eaten clean to the bone.

The fire crackled. Men sobbed. Flesh tore. And witches groaned and moaned in ecstasy.

I saw the Brotherhood of Breeders step forward. In the firelight, the witches snapped their heads towards the men. Almost in unison, they began tiptoeing towards the men, their hands outstretched.

The men, in anticipation, began tearing off their tunics.

“I’d be careful if I were them,” Lucinda said. “The witches can be rough.”

Right on cue, four witches pounced onto one of the men, slamming him backwards into the ground. They slithered onto him, groping and clawing at his chest.

I had no sympathy for them. They had come here of their own free will. They had hunted down this coven. They