I haven’t dealt with witches before. I knew they were out there, but my only experience was reading about them in human fairytales and actual books kept in the pack library. None of that prepared me for facing the real deal.
Shitty Witch here is a real piece of work. She didn’t touch us. I glimpsed her true face, and let me say yuck. I’m thankful for that because I don’t want her touching me. I know I’m hot, but I’d need a whole body chemical peel to get rid of layers of skin to feel clean.
Begrudgingly we were forced to follow her. I had no intention of making this easier on her. So, I made sure to shuffle my feet or stagger along, making as much noise as possible while moving as slowly. Each time she’d turn and glare those shit-colored eyes at me.
She has NO IDEA who she’s messing with. She separated me from August, so she had to suffer the consequences. Obnoxious Tie is back with extreme vengeance. Before August, the whole pack, not just my parents, feared the Delta I would be. I was the most ill-behaved, fidgety, and all-around pain-in-the-ass child born in Nebrodi.
August may have given me more practical gifts, but being an obnoxious mega pain in the ass is my gift. If I could make every authority figure that met me want to choke me, run in defeat, or curl into a ball sobbing because nothing they said or did would get me to change, the Shit Witch doesn’t stand a chance. Thank you, Goddess. Time to put it to good use.
I’m riling this bitch up good. Her magic still sealed my lips so that I couldn’t speak, so I opted to make the most annoying sounds one can with their mouth closed. The death glares I’m getting are hands down the most entertaining thing.
I was smirking, feigning innocence, the moment she glared back at me. Thales, Goddess bless him. He was trying so hard not to crack up. As kids, I would have him, Crista, Persephone, and little Delilah rolling on the floor in fits of giggles. I prided myself on it. As the oldest, I was expected to be the ‘responsible’ one, but I watched out for the younger heirs in my way. They weren’t getting hurt or causing trouble if they were with me laughing.
“Make one more obnoxious sound, drag your feet, rattle your shackles, and I’ll gut you.” Shit Witch sneered, pointing her index finger at me.
If I could, I’d give her the biggest toothiest grin possible. It didn’t take much to piss her off. Good to know. I can work with that. I’m going to make this bitch regret ever being born. I took her threat with a grain of salt; they wanted us to talk. If they didn’t need us alive, we’d already be dead. So, I started humming my version of Ding Dong! The Witch Is Dead! from The Wizard of OZ.
And while the lyrics couldn’t be heard clearly, they played in my head as I hummed. ‘Ding-dong, the Witch is dead! Which old Witch? The shitty Witch! Ding-dong, the shitty Witch is dead! Wake up, you sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed! Wake up, the shitty Witch is dead! She’s gone where the goblins go below, below, below, yo ho! Let’s open up and sing and ring the bells out! Ding-dong! The merry-o sing it high, sing it low! Let them know the shitty Witch is dead!’
Thales was fighting to contain his laughter. But that dam he had put up burst as I winked at him, and the laughter bubbled out. Shit Witch stopped and rounded on us, slapping Thales for laughing. I don’t need my wolf to be angry at such treatment of my Alpha and friend. So, I did what I would’ve done in any other situation. I head-butted that bitch.
Shit Witch let out a screech of pain and anger before sending me flying into a cement wall, raising me so my head touched the ceiling. “I’ve had just about enough out of you. But you just showed me your weakness. If you don’t like people touching your precious Alpha, he’ll get double the torture while you watch. How’s that sound, funny boy?”
As if to prove her point, she pointed her finger at Thales. I don’t know what she was doing, but he fell to his knees in pain. I glared at her, and the bitch smiled as if this was a victory. I’ll show you who’s the winner.
She only suspended me by my collar so the rest of my body could move. Wrong choice, Shit Witch. I happen to be one of the best footballers in my pack! With a swift movement of my bound legs, I knocked her to the ground before she could react. I snorted as I landed on the unforgiving floor.
Fuck, my ass hurts.
Not only did I land on cement but with a silver chain thong from my bindings. I don’t recommend it.
Even without our link and being apart the last few years, Thales knew what was coming and reacted instantly. Whatever power she was using against him stopped, so he got to his feet, using the shackles to press the chain on her throat.
“You will unbind us, now.” Thales commanded, pressing the chain harder as she groaned coming around.
“Fuck yeah!” I exclaimed, excited to realize her spell to shut me up stopped when I knocked her out momentarily.
“I’ll do no such thing. You pups underestimate me.” Shit Witch sneered. “And overestimate yourselves. You don’t have the audacity to hurt me, to kill me. You’re too soft without your wolf.” She scoffed.
“Well, I sure the fuck am not! Without my wolf, I’m pretty much unhinged, Shit Witch.” I proclaimed as I used my shackles across her ribs. I knew the pressure would force the air out of her lungs; hell, I could break a rib.
Shit Witch was gasping for air but smiling. The fucking bitch was smiling. Why? I don’t like that smile. I got my answer to her smile when Thales and I were both sharply lifted by the collars and held off the ground. It didn’t take a genius to realize who could be strong enough to lift us like we were part of a weight set.
“IVAN! How nice of you to join us! I believe I owe your over-grown ass a beating for killing my parents!” I shouted, struggling to kick back, wanting him to drop us. Of course, Ivan is a brick shithouse for a reason. He didn’t seem phased by my kicks.
“Quiet.” Ivan growled those two syllables in his deep rumbling voice.
Shit Witch was grinning as she got to her feet. “Put them in the torture room. Make sure they are secured to the floor.” She instructed, pointing to the room at the end of the hall. Like the mindless asshole he is, Ivan silently obeyed.
“Oh, come on, Ivan. Don’t you have a brain in that giant skull? Use it! Madonie was always peaceful and now look at it. You’re part of that! You’re hurting your people! What kind of a Gamma are you!? The pack always comes before whoever claims to be Alpha.” I shouted as I struggled, trying to get through to him.
“It’s pointless, Tie. Ivan’s made his choice. It’s wrong, but he made it. Now he must see it through even though it will end in the fall of his pack and maybe the end of his life or the life of someone he cares for.” Thales calmly shrugged as Ivan set us down only to force us to our knees, attaching our chains to hooks on the floor.
“I bet he’s going to be pissed and kicking himself for following Ignazio when this war he started gets his little sister killed. What was her name again?” I cocked my head.
“Amelia. Her name is Amelia.” Thales confirmed.
“Yes, that’s it. I remember Amelia. She was cute. I can’t imagine she’s very proud of her big brother. Does she know you helped massacre the ranked wolves of not just our pack but your own? Does she know you killed your parents? What kind of cold-hearted fuck does that? They were the people who gave you life, and you thanked them by taking theirs. For shame. The Goddess will have a special place in werewolf hell for you.” I scolded, turning my head to look at the big man.
Oh shit, I hit a nerve.
I’m unsure if he wants to rip my head off because he generally wants me dead or because he knows I’m right. I don’t know Ivan well enough to guess if he has the mental capacity to understand what he’s done, how much suffering he’s caused, and how he will pay for it in the end.
“Leave us. Return to Ignazio. I’m sure he has something for you to do.” Shit Witch dismissed him with a wave of her hand as she went to the wall of torture devices. Yeah, nothing on that wall looks fun. They also don’t look sanitary.
“Don’t you clean your torture devices? I mean hell, Shit Witch, that’s how you spread disease.” I wrinkled my nose.
“That’s the point. It makes it hurt longer and more.” Shit Witch sneered, eyeing a cat-o-nine tail that looks to have blades on the tips. Yeah, that looks like it’s going to be a party. Probably a good thing August is blocked from me. I don’t want him exposed to all this silver.
“Oh yeah. I bet you loved the AIDS epidemic and generally enjoy spreading diseases. It’s fitting for a Shit Witch like yourself to smear disease around like you’re Pestilence of the horsemen.” I rolled my eyes.
“You’ll pay for your insolence. Or rather your Alpha will.” Shit Witch sneered, cracking the cat-o-nine tails across Thales’ back.
I clenched my jaw, glaring daggers at the bitch as Thales winced, falling as far forward as he could, chained as we are. I give him credit. He didn’t cry out even though I knew that had to sting. I heard it and could see the blood dripping down his back.
“Tell me everything you know about remaining Nebrodi defenses, the Fayte sister, and any ties your pack has with Incubi.” The Shit Witch demanded as she cracked the whip against my back.
I clenched my jaw, the force of the whip making me lean forward. But I said nothing. Neither of us will. She’s going to realize it soon enough. Until then, our backs were getting chewed up as she started to alternate whipping us as she demanded answers.
“We won’t tell you anything, hag.” I spat blood out, but it’s all she’s going to get me to say.
As she readied to strike again, something felt different. I’m not sure what it was, but it felt like we were being watched. Maybe it’s cameras in the room, yet looking around, I couldn’t see any cameras. I felt something. A presence was in the room, a presence that felt…welcoming.
What the fuck? I’ve been separated from August for too long. I’m getting loopy, or maybe it’s the blood loss. That’s it because it was gone just as I felt that warm presence coming closer. That warmth in my heart was gone as the pain continued to rain down on us until we collapsed.
I was having trouble falling asleep as I couldn’t get that torture scene out of my mind, and it only got weirder from the torture scene. When I’d managed to fall asleep, I was back in that room. The two men had collapsed to the ground, blood dripping down their backs like I was watching some horror show. My heart broke as I looked at them, especially the brunette. He didn’t look worse off than the blonde, but the weird mirror me with no fashion sense was leaning over him. “Hey, leave him alone, face stealer.” I shouted as she gripped his chin, turning his face to her. Of course, she didn’t hear me or even acknowledge I was in the room. I don’t know what Bisnonna is trying to make me see, but I don’t like this. What kind of freaky vision is this? Is this a warning that I will go off the deep end and turn evil? I can’t see that ever happening. And I don’t have the stomach for torture like Chesed and André do. I’m not even a Dom when it comes to kinky bedroom activities. I need to stop
I can’t tell you how long that Shit Witch had us in that room. There were no clocks and certainly no windows to figure the time. What I wouldn’t give for a watch just to know how long this has been going on. Because I’m wondering how long it takes a grown man to bleed out. That’s a g****e search that would put me on a list. No matter how long it had been, we hadn’t told her anything. Thales wouldn’t know anything about our current warrior count. And he certainly wouldn’t know the escape plans for something like an invasion. The plans change every six months to ensure rogues or potential enemies wouldn’t know our people’s paths. And while I do know those things, I wouldn’t tell Shit Witch if she had a booger hanging out of her nose. So, I won’t start by giving away intel that could endanger my people. And as for her questions about Crista, we would rather die than tell her anything. Not that we could give much info now that Crista was in Incubi. I hope the Fayte sisters are safe and t
I had hoped getting some food in their stomachs would help settle everyone. But of course, the subject of Santi and Madonie came up. I wanted to smack my twin; this was not a breakfast conversation. He was going to get Crista all worked up.And of course, with Crista getting worked up, Chesed came out. The tension between them was so thick you needed a butcher knife. We could all feel it, especially her sisters, who were watching the tense exchange between Crista and Chesed with concern.“It’s not proper breakfast conversation. Just know it will be handled.” Chesed dismi
‘WAKE UP!’ August’s voice jarred me awake. I frantically sat up, trying to figure out where I was, only to find I was still in the castle turret room turned into funhouse mirrors. So I’m not awake. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up when I heard August. “Stupid fucking shit witch….” I grumbled, getting to my feet and picking shards of broken mirrors from my palms. Nothing seems to have changed in this damn place. The broken mirror was still there with the same broken image of August dying like a puzzle I didn’t want to put together. I started looking at the other mirrors hoping something in them would give me a clue on how to escape this acid trip nightmare. Looking at the mirrors, they were all paintings with me in them. What’s with the Shit Witch and art? Is that her thing, or is she pulling that from my mind? I enjoy art, but this takes it to a fucked up level. Each painting melted away to show me some nightmare scene. Behind the mirror with me as the Mona Lisa was a tor
This is not how I wanted my first day back home to go. I’d been looking forward to returning to Nebrodi and taking on the rule of Alpha. I wanted to see my friends and find my mate if I was lucky. But it all came crashing down around me when Madonie attacked. The only friend I got to see was Tie, and that got interrupted by the invasion. Oh, how much things have changed since I went to France to receive further training to become Alpha. Sure Ignazio was always a little snot, and his best friend Gastone wasn’t much better. But I would never have imagined they’d stage a coup. When I left, we were at peace with Madonie. And for what? Power? Ignazio killed his parents to gain power sooner than they were willing to turn it over. That’s such a selfish thing to do. An Alpha should always put the needs of the pack before themselves. If Alpha Ugo didn’t feel Ignazio was ready for the role, he wasn’t obligated to transfer the title. And he was right based on Ignazio’s behavior. If the slaugh
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I felt the darkness engulfing me, pulling me into a cold abyss. I was drowning in it, unable to breathe and my heart racing as I tried to gasp for air and reach up to the dimming light. ‘We can’t give up. Not yet. It’s not over.’ August encouraged, but even his voice sounded weak. “Hey, stay with us. I’m not explaining to our Luna that you died on my watch.” An unfamiliar voice growled encouragement as a bright light forced its way through the darkness. “Come on, Nebrodi wolf. Breath, damn it.” The voice demanded as the light clutched me, trying to pull me away from the darkness. I groaned as I was torn between the two. The voice kept demanding I stay as the light tugged harder at me. Now I know what that doll Persephone and Delilah ripped when they were toddlers felt. This is some painful shit right here. I prefer to go with the light, not that I seem to have a say in the matter. “It is not time. You still need to be of use.” The insidious voice of the Shit Witch hissed as the dar
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