How the spider makes its web.

Camilla closed the door to her room and sat in her favorite chair, facing the window. She was watching like the dark clouds were slowly covering the night sky. It was getting darker and darker with every passing minute. The storm was coming, and you could hear the thunder in the distance. In an hour, the battery will be in full swing. Perfect weather, actually describing what was happening in her soul right now.

The woman sitting in the dark was livid. The first part of her plan didn't go as planned. The Alpha and Luna of the Red Moon Pack left her pack, even if she did everything for them to stay.

Camilla prepared herself for this meeting a long time ago. She has chosen her targets very carefully. The young leaders of the big pack are wise but without years of experience. Alpha was craving for the allies, as the times were tough recently. Many more miniature packs were long gone, thanks to the constant attacks of the rouges, vampires, and other bloodthirsty species. Life is brutal, and everyone wants to survive.

Just like her coven.

Camilla was twelve when Mother summoned her to explain the task waiting for her. They were not related, of course, but as a leader of the coven, she was called like that by all witches. It was the most incredible honor to be acknowledged by her.

She remembered that day like it was yesterday.

The young girl entered the private chambers, where Mother spent most of her time. Two guards escorted her there. On her way, she saw a few witches smirking at her. That made the girl nervous. She knew very well that being summoned by her usually meant trouble. Camilla tried to remember what she could have done for Mother's attention, but nothing was suspicious or wrong. She was respectful towards older witches and studied hard to be the best.

Now, she was standing before a woman who looked like she was in her late thirties. Mother had long, jet-black curly hair and dark brown, almost black eyes. She was incredibly beautiful, with a slim figure, full lips, and curves in all the right places. But only fools would fall for her appearance.

Mother was much, much older. No one could tell how old she was, as she stopped aging long ago.

Now she was looking at Camilla, who started trembling slightly, unsure what to expect.

- Take a seat. - The Mother spoke. Her voice was soft and enchanting. The girl obeyed instantly.

- I have a task for you. A very important one. You are ambitious and hard-working. Those are personality traits I value very much. As you know, our land here now is barren and demanding. We managed to adapt, but it is a hard life. But out there are the great lands that offer unlimited options. Unfortunately, they are taken by our enemies, who would kill us immediately. That is why your sisters in this coven have to live like that, hiding from others. But it was not always like that. A long time ago, we had our unique lands, our kingdom. But it was taken from us, forcing us to leave. And we have to take it back.

Camilla was listening to Mother like it would be a bedtime story. She knew their history. Werewolves and vampires have been hunting witches for ages. Even if those species hated each other, it was nothing compared to how they hated her kind.

- What do you want me to do, Mother?- She asked, bowing lightly.

- You will live amongst them to gain their trust. When the time comes, it will be your task to take control. We need land for us to grow strong. And you will provide us with one.- The woman explained, and Camilla felt trapped. How was she going to do it?

- Do not worry. We will help you at the beginning. You are leaving next week. Get yourself ready. You will have 30 years. - Mother said, waving her hand as a sign that the audience was over.

Camilla had a lot of questions, but she dared not to ask, knowing that would be a wrong move.

Mother trusted her, and she was not going to fail.

- One more thing. Take this.- The leader pushed a small box towards her. Inside was a bracelet made of gold. - This will allow you to change yourself into a wolf, to make them all believe you are one of them. Make sure you do not use it too often, as it will be using your life energy. On the other hand, this bracelet will be a sign to your sisters that you are the chosen one. Please put it on. Now go.

Camilla arrived at the Full Moon Pack a week later, just as was planned. Four powerful witches were there, too. They created a powerful spell, forcing the whole pack to believe that the girl was the daughter of the Alpha couple. They worked on it for three days before they reached the pack lands. It had to be perfect, as it was hard to fool werewolves with magic. That is why Mother chose the most powerful witches to make it work.

It was ten years ago. Camilla still had another twenty, but as an ambitious witch, she promised to fulfill her task in less than fifteen years.

Her work began as soon as she was left alone in the pack. Thanks to the spell, everyone in the pack was treating her like she was supposed to be treated as an alpha's daughter.

She put a lot of effort into having her ~ parents~ wrapped around her finger. It worked perfectly with an Alpha William, who adored her. The problem was with his wife, Luna Bianca. She was always distant and reserved. Of course, she cared about Camilla, but soon the girl understood there was something the magic couldn't fool- mother's heart. She was not their child, and Luna felt that even under the influence of a spell.

Camilla had to act. She convinced her ~ mother ~ to go for a walk. When they were deep in the forest, she used her bracelet to change herself into a wolf and attacked Bianca, who was expecting nothing and had no chance to defend herself, when her ~ daughter~ slid her throat.

To avoid suspicions, she slashed her body in a few places and hit herself against trees and rocks to get some bruises and cuts like someone who escaped death.

Then she drank a potion to lose consciousness, falling to the ground.

When they were found, she was barely breathing. Alpha was devastated. He lost his mate, and he was close to losing his child. He took her home, not allowing anyone to come closer. He took care of her, making Camilla slowly heal.

When she was finally ~ better~, he became very protective. As Alpha often said, Camilla was his mate's last part.

Everything was almost perfect. The young witch was allowed to do anything.

It was time for the second part of the plan. She had to take control of her ~father~. It took her a while, but finally, she succeeded, making him a puppet in her hands. To the point, he was saying whatever she thought about. Perfect solution.

The third part of her task was the hardest. Camilla had plans to make some Alpha fall for her and make her his own Luna. She could settle on controlling Alpha William's Pack but wished to offer her sisters something special.

And that was when Sean came into the picture. Young Alpha with the massive land of his pack. As they were neighbors, it would be ideal. If she could convince him to love her, both those pack lands would be more than enough to create a new witch kingdom.

There was only one issue. Alpha Sean already had his Luna.

That is why Camilla was so angry now. She wanted to meet them to judge what her opponent was like.

Luck was on her side for now. Young Alpha was looking for allies, so she arranged it all to look like her ~father~ was interested in this idea.

That was such a perfect opportunity. Camilla knew from the first moment that Alpha would be easy to manipulate. He had a tough time trying to keep his eyes off her.

But his Luna, Katherine, was something she did not predict. She treated her with distance and cold, like she was holding some grunge against a witch, not knowing her.

That is why she is sitting in complete darkness, listening to the sounds of a storm. There was a mistake in her calculations, misjudging Katherine. Now Camilla had to think about how to get closer to the Alpha, as his wife ruined the first attempt. There was no way that the Alpha couple would come here again. So, there was only one solution. Camilla had to find her way into their pack.

If you want to know your opponent, you must stay close to him.

The witch stood up from her seat, coming closer to the window. The rain was slowly dying down as the storm moved to the west.

Camilla opened the door leading to the balcony. The air was cool and clear. The witch took a deep breath.

She had a plan.