Darius's POV"How the hell!!!" I roared, slamming the werewolf against the wall with all my strength. My hands clenched tightly around his neck, lifting him off the ground. His feet dangled helplessly, his face turning a deep red as he struggled for breath."Is it possible that strong werewolves like you cannot trace a mere witch?" I bellowed, my fury boiling over. The failure was intolerable."We... we tried, but it seems they have some kind of spell making it hard... to trace their scent," he gasped, his voice choked and desperate.My jaw tightened, and I battled with my rage. The instinct to rip his head off surged within me, but Becca's words echoed in my mind: I needed more men in this battle.Reluctantly, I released my grip, and the werewolf crumpled to the ground, gasping for air. I turned away, struggling to rein in my anger. Taking a seat, I felt a rare and bitter sensation—uncertainty. The realization only made me angrier. I grabbed a bottle from the table and hurled it agai
Becca's POVI stared at the big wall clock in the dimly lit witches' coven house, its hands ticking relentlessly. My thoughts were consumed by Bas. Was he safe? Was he suffering? I longed to see him, to know he was alright. But I couldn't afford to show my emotions; every move I made could be scrutinized and used against me."Here," Naomi's voice broke through my thoughts as she placed a glass of juice in front of me."Thanks," I murmured, taking a sip to calm my nerves."Are you worried about Bas?" Naomi's voice was soft, tinged with concern."Of course I am, but... it's a hard decision," I replied, trying to inject sorrow into my tone. "Right now, I need to prioritize myself."The truth was I would never betray Bas. My real goal was to gain Aria's trust and uncover who she truly was. Her stories seemed plausible, but her eyes betrayed no remorse, no emotion, no pain. It made me question the authenticity of her words.Naomi's hand gently touched mine, her expression sympathetic. "Eve
Becca's POVThump, thump, thump.Each step reverberated through the quiet hallway as I approached Aria's library. After the unsettling incident with Naomi, my senses were on high alert. I had a sinking feeling that there was more to Aria and her motives than met the eye, and her library seemed like the perfect place to start searching for answers.The heavy wooden door creaked softly as I pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit room lined with shelves upon shelves of books. The air inside was still, carrying a faint scent of old paper and ink. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the ornate rugs that adorned the floor.Walking towards the table, I moved with caution, my senses attuned to any sound or movement that might signal Aria's return. The library seemed to hold its breath, every creak of the floorboards echoing loudly in the stillness.I gently sifted through the papers on the desk and opened the drawers one by one, but found nothing of significance
Becca's POV A few days had passed since Aria had defeated Darius. At first, I thought he was dead, but I eventually discovered that Aria had put him in a tormenting spell where he felt tremendous pain every second. I worried about Bas, living in constant fear that Aria might come for him next. But I guess I was lucky she just left him locked up; she was more concerned about dominating the werewolves who had now gone into hiding after hearing about the fall of their Alpha. I knew the answer to finding Bas was to find the woman who was at Aria's secret lair. She could tell me why those bodies were there and what Aria was actually after. "I spoke with Aria. Now that she has Darius and Bas locked up, she's working on a spell to break the curse," Noami said, breaking my thoughts. Her eyes gleamed with excitement. "Wow, that's great," I said, trying to sound as enthusiastic as I could. "But I'm worried. How is she going to break the Oak tree if she destroyed it?" "I don't know,
Becca's POV "What do you mean Aria's not a real witch?" I said, my voice shaking as I struggled to control my shock. The woman took a deep breath, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and resolve. "Aria used to be friends with witches." "Yeah, I know that story—how the werewolves killed her coven and all she could do was watch in pain," I interrupted, my frustration growing. "Yeah, except she didn't tell you the part where she's not a witch," she said, her voice trembling with the weight of her revelation. "W...what?" My mind reeled, trying to grasp the enormity of what she was saying. "If Aria's not a witch, then...what is she?" "A human," she replied, her face etched with worry. "That doesn't make sense. Humans don't have the power to do what she does. Do you realize she defeated Darius?" I asked, my eyes wide with disbelief. "I know it's crazy, but Aria draws her powers from those witches you saw in her lair," she explained, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "How
Becca's POV"That bitch," Austin muttered, his face contorted with disgust as I recounted everything I had discovered about Aria. His fists clenched tightly at his sides, knuckles white with tension."So, what do you plan on doing next?" Tom asked, his eyes narrowing with concern."I need to speak with Diana and hopefully she's not in a terrible state of mind," I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me."I should come with you," Tom offered, stepping forward."No, it's too dangerous," I said, shaking my head. "If Aria finds you, you could be in far more danger, and I can't risk that. I'll be fine. Aria's preoccupied with the victory of defeating Darius. Now is the perfect time."Tom nodded reluctantly, his jaw tight. "Be safe," Aubrey said softly, her eyes filled with worry."Thanks," I replied, managing a small smile."I'll walk you out," Tom said, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.As we arrived at the entrance, he turned to me, his expression serious. "If ther
Becca's POV"The only way to break the bond is for Naomi to cut the threads," I said to the woman I had seen in Aria's secret lair, my voice filled with urgency and desperation.She tilted her head, a contemplative look crossing her face. "Hmmm, then we must find a way to bring Naomi to where the witches lay.""Yes, but Aria is very smart. She'll figure it out," I replied, my brows knitting together in worry.The woman fell silent, her eyes narrowing in thought. After a moment, she looked up, a determined glint in her eyes. "Then we need a distraction, one that would completely take her mind off Naomi.""What could that be?" I asked, leaning forward, my curiosity and hope intertwining."Not what, but who," she said, her gaze piercing.Realization hit me like a punch to the gut. She was referring to Darius. "But how?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly."Leave that to me and focus on how to convince Naomi," she said firmly, turning to leave."Wait," I called after her. "I didn't get y
Aria's POVI knew I should have killed him before. As I walked deeper into the woods, my senses sharpened, detecting his presence growing nearer. Once I found him, I would seize his breath, watching as he helplessly begged for air while he died.Arriving at the abandoned building where the spell I had cast directed me, I took a cautious step toward the entrance. Just as I was about to enter, Tabitha emerged from the shadows."Tabitha, oh thank God, you're..." My words trailed off as suspicion flickered in my mind. "Wait, why are you here?"Tabitha took a deep breath, her expression pained. "I wished it never came to this.""What did you do?" I demanded, my voice rising. "Don't tell me you're the one who freed him.""I had no other choice, Aria," Tabitha confessed, her voice wavering. "This is too much. We are endangering people. It doesn't have to be like this. Let's just go b—""Shut up!" I roared, my anger boiling over."How dare you? I waited years for this, and you ruined it for m