And That's a WRAP! To my loyal readers from day 1, who have spent time, money and love on this book, encouraging me daily as I worked through this novel. THANK YOU. This is my first try at writing fantasy/werewolf and though I know I am not perfect, I hope and pray you love it as much as I do. As you can see from the ending, there will be a BOOK 2/SEQUEL of this book, starring Azriel as the main lead. I do not know when but it's THIS YEAR. When it comes will depend on the feedback received from this, so please, share your thoughts. Thanks for rocking with me, and expect a new WEREWOLF MAFIA BOOK soon. I tried werewolf and I think I am sufficiently hooked. Till we meet again. This is not goodbye. winks
ITHRA“She’s cursed.”I hear people whisper around me as I head to my mother, walking through the pathway created just for me.“It's about time she left us, she's nothing but a stain, a weakness.” Another voice said, but I didn't care to know who it was.I was a witch without powers. The shame of the Celts Coven witches, and a curse to my people. “Ithra. We don't have all day, Come forward.” My mother, and the enchantress of the coven spoke from her seat, barely containing her disgust and impatience towards me. I presented myself in front of her, getting on my knees as I awaited her final decision concerning me. “Don't make this harder than it needs to be. I've harbored you in our midst for the past 20 years of your life! You should be grateful for an opportunity to pay back what you owe.” I couldn't believe my mother was saying this to me in public. She usually said it to me in the confines of our house, or in the dark corners of my room, who knew she'd finally grow a limb to mak
ZADOK“What do you mean she's the chosen one?” I snarled as soon as I entered Shilhi's office. Shilhi was one of my trusted aide and hybrid. She is half werewolf and half witch. Thankfully, her werewolf side was more dominant, so much so that she couldn't cast a spell. But in what she couldn't do in spells, nature made it up to her in knowledge of herbs, and general wisdom. Shilhi was the smartest being around and she was loyal to me. “Alpha, please.” She implored, “have a seat.” I sat down, “You should know that I don't have all day. A witch is in my territory, waiting to be made an example of, so whatever you have to say, make it make sense.”My beta, Azriel, placed his palm on my shoulder, silently urging me to calm down. “Alpha, please, it's important.” I could hear the urgency in his tone.“Then let her talk.” I faced her with a raised eyebrow,“The witch is the key to the dark forest.” Shilhi began, shocking us all. “During the hunt, I felt my compass go off and realized s
ZADOK“It's either you pledge your loyalty to this pack or you face the consequences of entering my territory.” I told her with all seriousness, “and of course, you should know that no witch is permitted to live in my pack.” I reminded her casually.She didn't utter a word, her tired eyes skimmed through me like I was nothing and her nonchalance got on my nerves. My wolf urged me to slit off her neck, end things here and go to the dark forest myself. But I knew better. If she was the chosen one, I'd rather have her do the dirty work and kill her afterwards, than risking failure by embarking on the journey alone. “I'll take it that you don't have an answer for me. However, I expect an answer soon. Consider it carefully and in a few days, I expect your answer.” I finally said, finding my way back to Azriel who stood at the door, ready to kill if need be.“I will never be loyal to you.” A small voice filled the air, Ithra’s voice.Despite its groggy state, I could feel the intensity a
ITHRAIt's been a while since I was imprisoned.At least, I could enjoy the peace and quiet over here. Meanwhile, had it been at home, I wouldn't have rested from the taunts and insults from my oh so sweet sister. I must have concluded too early because the next moment, my gate flung open and a blonde lady walked into my prison with the meanest look. I knew her from somewhere, I just couldn't place where.“You shouldn't be alive, witch.” She spat at me, and the next second, I felt my arm stretch in the most painful way. My chains shot up, forcing me to my knees. How could I have forgotten her? She accompanied the cursed Alpha to my cell this morning. She was the reason why my arms were so sore and almost out of joint. “What do you want?” I spat back, “did your alpha send you here?”Slap!My eyes rolled back as I felt a stinging pain engulf my face. How on earth did she get here so quickly?“You will not use that dirty mouth of yours to mention his name!” She growled in my face, ho
ZADOKKir has been a lot more agitated lately. For some reason, my wolf became harder to control, which caused me to be in a poor mood. Just yesterday, my wolf went batshit crazy on some rogues that thought it best to cross my territory. Safe to say they sorely regretted it, as they currently burned in the deepest part of hell. Today however was going to be interesting. I sat on my throne with Azriel behind me as we awaited the presence of Ithra, or should I say, the neutral one. The doors flung open and she was dragged in by some guards, her hands tightly secured by heavy chains. She was a prisoner. My prisoner. With a wave of hand, the guards left my presence, leaving her on the floor, head bowed and alone with me and my beta. “I suppose you have an answer for me, Ithra.” I said, looking forward to seeing her beautiful face. “I do.” She answered, and my heart might have skipped a beat. “Good.” I purred, liking the fact she was responsive to me, perhaps her stay at the prison
ITHRA Azriel didn't like me. “Here's your new room,” he said with gritted teeth. “Gatria over there will oversee your… stay here.” He cleared his throat. “You mean I get a female guard now?” I gasped dramatically, “But I loved my guards rough and dirty, why don't I get you for a guard instead?” I knew I was biting more than I could chew, but I didn't care. I meant it when I said I'd rather be dead than be here. “Don’t test me, witch.” He spoke in a dangerously low tone, then turned to Gatria. “Keep in touch.”With that, he left me in the hands of a woman I knew nothing about. Just great. “Hello…” she said, expecting me to say my name but I feigned stupid.“My name is Gatria and I am the head mistress of the blood moon pack,” she introduced with a smile. I looked her up and down, wondering why on earth she was being tolerant of my existence. When she saw I had no plans to introduce myself, she demanded it.“May I know your name, child?” Child?! This woman did not just call me
ITHRAI stared daggers at Zadok who went on eating his food like he didn't just insult me. The nerve of him to think I wouldn't get back at him baffled me. Thwack! I threw down the plate of food placed in front of me. “Oops!” I shrugged, and got up. “I believe I'm done here, alpha.” I made to leave the table but got held back by a tight hold on my wrist. “Let me go.” I said, accentuating every word.Without letting go of me, Zadok dropped his fork and got up his feet. I could feel his blazing gaze and the anger that sizzled through him. “Sit.” He ordered, I didn't care if he was angry, neither did I care if I was taking a gamble with my life by not obeying him. But I remained standing. “Let me go, Zadok.” I dared to speak, venom laced in my tone. I feel his hand loose around my wrist and I am shocked that he let me go. He sits down on his chair and just when I was about to leave his presence, his voice stopped me. “Ithra Couldron. Daughter of the Celts Coven enchantress. Did
ITHRA“Tell me, what is it like back at your coven? Was it that bad, you had to run away?” Zadok asked while I ate silently. “I didn't run away.” I gritted, “If you're going to intrude on my personal life at least get your facts straight.”I don't know why the thought of him knowing how I was treated made me furious. Everything about the man in front of me infuriated me and the baffling thing about it was that he knew. He knew but didn't give a damn about how I felt. “Watch your tone.” He cautioned with a hard voice, “As much as I have everything I need to know about you at the tip of my fingertips, nothing beats hearing from the culprit, don't you think?” He says, slicing through his meat. I hated that I was so hungry. If not, I would have gotten up from this table and headed back to my room. Cough, prison. Since I couldn't leave, I decided it was best to make this breakfast as unbearable to him as it was for me.“Tell me,” I began, “Do you prefer cooked meat as opposed to raw