ITHRA “The dark forest mountains retain the power to give and restore a witch's power.”I reread those lines with shock, cleaning my eyes every now and then. This must be a set up too. I turned around, checking for the odd herbalist who thought it wise to play tricks on me. However, she was nowhere to be found. I looked around the hut, turning out back in search for her all to no avail. I was left alone. With a new found determination, I shut the door behind me and return to the book with fresh eyes. This time around, one thing stood out to me. Everything written on the page remained on the ancient witch's code safe for the last paragraph. Which read, “the dark forest mountains retain the power to give and restore a witch's power.”Goosebumps wash over my body as I recite the line in my head. I could feel my spirit connect to the book. It felt like the line was written just for me. ‘Legend says it's been locked by the ancient witches and can only be read by one they permit…’S
ZADOK It's been two weeks. Two weeks of defending my territory and killing every rogue that forgot what awaited anyone that crossed me or my territory. I returned to my office with Azriel after taking a pit stop at Shilhi's in order to restock my potions. Due to the recent events, I allowed my wolf to have total control of my body, and as expected, he rained carnage on everything that threatened his dominance. Now however, we were in the pack lands, and the last thing I wanted was my people getting hurt by the Alpha that ought to protect them.I felt Kir growl at my words but I didn't care. Without hesitation, I threw back two bottles of my potion, and waited for it to take effect.“I just reached Athaliah. Morgan has been discharged and is back in shape.” Azriel reported, “That's good.” I nod in approval, “and Ithra?” “You mean the witch?” I rolled my eyes, “get her in front of me by dinner. It's about time we wrapped things up.” “Yes Alpha.”******I sat in the throne room
ZADOK “Is this a joke? What do you mean I attacked her?” Ithra spoke immediately, causing Sollel to shrink. “Fix your tone, Ithra.” I warned, not enjoying the sight of Sollel looking scared of her. “She is lying!” She pointed at Sollel, “why would you lie against me?”“Enough.” I muttered, already feeling an headache.“Why on earth would I charge at a wolf in such a public place? I might be anything, but I'm not stupid to curse you out in the face of your people, Zadok.” The entire room got three times hotter than normal. I knew she didn't just address me by my name, and that in front of my subjects. “ENOUGH.” I hit the handle of my throne, causing a reverberating sound to fill the air. “Henceforth, you only talk when you are spoken to. And this is the last time you utter my name with such disregard. Am I clear?” Silence. Oh this witch wanted to test me. Kir was at the brink of my skin, ready to take over at the slightest provocation. “Yes Alpha.” She finally said, breathing h
ZADOKMy powerful fists collided with the table and it broke in two. “I handed her over to you, Azriel! How could you let that happen?!” My eyes were bloodshot red. The scars on Ithra's body reappeared in my mind and I felt the urge to slit the throat of whoever did such wickedness under my nose. Azriel fell to his knees. “I am sorry, Alpha. I will get to the-”“You have two seconds to tell me what happened, Azriel.” I cut him off, “Who did that to her?” I saw him hesitate, and it made me furious. He knew what happened, and I wanted to know. “Alpha-”“I want an explanation! And so help me God, if you don't give me one, I will go to the depths of hell to find out what happened and I will take you with me.” Knocks came from the door, and I shouted. “Get out! Nobody comes in!” My blood ticked as I paced around, trying to get my mind together. Azriel could feel it, he always knew when I was on the edge of losing my mind and giving into my intrusive thoughts. “Alpha, your potion..
ITHRA I need water. That was the only thing I could think of as my eyes fluttered open. I felt like I hadn't drank water for a thousand years. My eyes adjusted to my surroundings and I couldn't tell where I was. White light, white covers, soft mattress, but no water. I need to find water.I forced myself up the bed, scanning the room for any transparent liquid that could quench my parched throat.Instead, I feel a prickly pain in my wrist. An IV drip was placed on my hand, hindering my free movement. I tried to remember how I got here but came up blank. The last thing I remembered was pledging my life to Zadok. With that opened up memories that flooded my consciousness. I was set up. And then, strangled. My hands instinctively go around my neck. And immediately, the doors open. Zadok walks in and our eyes connect. A paralyzing chill spreads through my body as I remember how he tried to kill me. He put me in this condition. I disconnected the IV drip on my wrist and prepared
ITHRA I sat across from Zadok with a bored look on my face. I didn't know why I needed to have dinner with him.My room was more than fine and I honestly could do without seeing his face. For some reason, he demanded that I eat with him. With what happened the last time I came here, I wasn't ecstatic to be in any more dinners with him. But apparently, my opinion didn't count.Our table was layered with all sorts of food. Meatballs, pies, soup, every single food found in mother earth.At this rate, it seemed we were having others join us because this couldn't be just for both of us. The maids set up the table and left us to our devices. I waited for sometime, expecting guests to join us but Zadok dug into his food, surprising me. I watched in fascination as he tore into a chicken, he looked good, his canines were sharp and pointy. I couldn't believe I just thought he was good-looking. “Doesn't meet your taste?” He broke the silence after taking a sip of water, “I could order a fre
ITHRA.“Come on, Ithra. Tell me what you want.” Zadok spoke into my ears. Hiccup.We have been in silence for the past few minutes. My gaze fixated on Athaliah, and the deepest part of me wanted to see her head bloodied on a golden platter. However, I chose to be diplomatic and make good use of the opportunity. Like it or not, I was now a member of this pack, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't change my genetic composition. I was a witch. Whether or not I had powers didn't mean anything to these people who lived the better part of their lives believing witches to be a scourge that needed to be cleansed. Killing these people would only solidify their terrible opinion of me. Zadok's expression was unreadable, he had a glint in his eyes as he watched me, thoroughly enjoying my dilemma. I strongly felt like it was a test. And for some reason, I was determined to ace it. “Let them go.” I finally spoke, eyes focused on Zadok. “What did you say?” His eyes widened a bit, he di
ZADOK My eyes skimmed through the decade old greenhouse that was Shilhi's workspace. “I think it's good that she wants to train.” Shilhi remarked, stirring her cauldron pot. God knew what content it was this time around. “Why do you say so?” Azriel asked from behind me. “She poses enough danger even without powers, why would she need to train more?” I heard the implications of his words, but chose to play dumb. “A powerless witch living in a pack of witch-hating-wolves.” I answered in place of Shilhi. “ It doesn't take a genius to know why she feels threatened.” I watched Shilhi pour little portions of the pot's contents into small bottles. Those were my potions. “I understand that, but you already said you would introduce her to the pack as a guest. No one would hurt her after that.” Azriel explained. “Training her will pose more of a risk to us with her current skill set.” “If I didn't know you well, I'd think you are scared of her, Azriel.” A wry smile was on my face, “If