“The mountain of witches,” Tobias reiterated.
“Yes.” I grabbed the napkin beside the table and wiped my mouth. “Not quite sure if my aunt will show up but I hope she does. It’s worth the try.”
“So there’s a mountain of witches now, huh,” Agatha wondered.
“It’s the place where the soul of the dead witches lives,” I responded as she gave me a curious look. “I’m sure the coven can help us with the warlock.”
“It’s too dangerous out there. You can’t go alone.” Giofré shook his head and held my hand below the table. “I’ll come with you.”
“The pack needs you here, Giofré. We’ve been too preoccupied lately and they need you the most right now.” I laid a hand on top of his and curled m
I slowly fluttered my lids open, feeling a hard surface beneath me as my blurred vision started to become clearer. All I could see was void and the bars that gleamed under the dim light above me. I could hardly move my body like I was paralyzed and my eyes were daring to close again. But I was forced to flick my finger to, at least, feel my body. Pulling my hands closer to my sides, I put both of my palms on the ground and tried to lift my body from the floor. But as I was about to move my head up, the ground shifted and the sound of an engine halted, making me stumble back on the cold surface and banged my head. My temples throbbed and the back of my head tightened like my brain was about to explode. So I winced in torment and grasped the side of my skull to somehow relieve the tension, but it did nothing. I then placed a hand on my stomach where I felt the sharp needle burying inside me. It must be
I laid my back flat on the cold floor as I looked up at the dark ceiling. Deafening silence consumed the area and my throat was becoming dry because of the wolfsbane. My muscles hurt, my insides just felt so painful that I somehow got used to the feeling. I thought about how it must’ve felt like when Tobias was in this situation—but even worse. With continuous wolfsbane flowing through his veins because of the tube that connected to the IV bag, I wondered how he managed to stay strong and survived that torture. I just had a dose of it and I already felt like my body would give out. But despite the agonizing pain running through my body, the thought that irked me the most was the conversation I had with Sir Shelton. Instead of feeling anxious that he kidnapped me out of nowhere, I was rather disconcerted. Not from the fact that he locked me up in here to keep the warlock from finding me, but he did i
By the time I knocked him down and went out of the room hastily, I was greeted by an empty hall containing some scraps and broken cement. Pieces of broken wood were sprawled on the dirty floor and wrecked furniture cluttered almost every corner. I had no idea where to go, and I was afraid to turn in the wrong direction and get caught. Aside from that, I needed to be careful crossing this massive hall for I was certain that if I hit the clutters, creating the slightest of sounds, it would echo loudly and they would hear it. I had no idea where they hid Agatha, and I wasn’t supposed to leave this abandoned building without her. This was the least I could do to pay her back for what she’d done to us. Despite my being clueless about which direction to go, I followed my insti
I least expected to wake up in a nice, comfortable bed, with the smell of porridge making its way to my nostrils and waking up my senses, alongside the rustles of trees that filled me with so much euphoria. I thought I was dreaming—that turning last night was supposed to give me some kind of weird hallucination or dream. All I ever anticipated was dirt smudging my skin and disheveled hair that smelled like the moist ground. I was supposed to be in a damp forest, covered in dried leaves, unclothed, not knowing a single thing about what I must’ve done while my conscious mind couldn’t control the urge of my werewolf form. I should’ve woken up with aching muscles, exhausted and restless, but I felt different. It was odd. Instead, I woke up lying on a soft mattress, inside a cottage that seemed too small for my size. Light filtered through the small windo
What was I supposed to do with their issue? was all that lingered in my head as soon as the dwarf tried to stop me from leaving. I had enough of almost every circumstance telling me that I was significant and I was supposed to fulfill a major duty to save the supernaturals. Instead of feeling special about being needed, I felt as though I was lifting the world on my shoulders. With all this you-are-significant stuff, I could only imagine myself fighting off powerful creatures that were a hundred times stronger than I could ever be. And it left me wondering how a stranger—or someone I just met—immediately expected too much from me. Everything didn’t add up in my head. “We, werewolves
My mind hung in the air as I tried to process what they said. Just as I thought the warlock couldn’t get any worse, another creature always had to get in the way of everything. But was there any danger that might come ahead if the gemstone wasn’t retrieved? “How powerful is the creature you’re talking about?” I asked. Wendy fidgeted her hands as I gulped in nervousness. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear it, or if I ever wanted to know about the creature. Nevertheless, this might help me figure out or precede any worst circumstances that were about to come. None of them responded and Wendy’s eyes started to flick everywhere as if too hesi
We would rule this together, I repeated in my head as I confidently stared at his pack. With him by my side, I could fulfill my duty and help him protect the pack in any way we could. And as an alpha, I should be strong enough to rule and be a good leader, just like Giofré. I guess the moon goddess had been waiting for this to happen—for me to accept my duties and not run away from them. Maybe I had always known that I was strong enough for this. Everyone clapped their hands as they welcomed me into their pack. I had just arrived in the bayou from the crazy things that happened to me from the past few days and I thought my disappearance wasn’t anything significant. Now that this unexpected moment happened, I was filled with relief and enthusiasm.
We were all gathered around the bonfire, seated on the tree trunk, as they all chattered with each other. We were still drinking some margaritas, with some of them almost drunk while most of them were already tipsy. I hadn’t drunk that much because I was just looking around and I was mindful enough to know what was going on at this moment. I was sitting beside Beatrice and to my left was Tobias, who was too occupied talking to another male beta. We were just laughing around while Beatrice made some silly jokes about their fun experiences in the village. We all knew she was intoxicated enough to not realize what she was saying. And she could’ve puked on me if it wasn’t from someone distracting her from the vomit that was daring to escape her stomach. “I think you’ve had enough drinks for tonight,” I told her, rubbin