CHAPTER 91

Mila’s POV

“Any news on Malia?” I asked my maid.

"Nothing, your majesty,” she bowed.

"Oh, Malia, where could you be?" I flopped down on the bed and let out a deep sigh.

The spell was to be done, but Malia has been absent. She was supposed to be here. Did the Alpha of the Nexton pack find out? Was she in trouble? A million thoughts ran through my mind.

“What of the werewolf, the one that was sent to kill her?” I asked.

“He never got back,” she replied. My heart skipped a beat. Oh, sister, where are you? I began to regret telling Jake that Malia was in need of the spell. I mean, I and Claire can do it, but it would be hard, but it was possible. I wanted to die when I heard a werewolf assassin sent to her. But by stopping him, he couldn’t have his way with Nora.

The poor girl seemed good. It’s a pity she's caught up in all this mess. I sat up abruptly. I need to do something. I can’t just watch Malia be killed.

“Prepare the bath water. Pour in the scenting oils. I need to do something.”