All Chapters of The witch and her wolf series : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

 *Soleil* “Sol, could you come here for a moment ?”   Marta and Gudrun have gone out to talk to their kin, so it’s only me and Siri in the hut. I put the last plates away and bring my tea out to the porch where Siri is sitting.  “How are you holding up my dear ?” She asks me as soon as I have sat down.  “Have you been messing around in my head ?” I tab at my temple. “Or has Gudrun been talking ?”  “I don't need to. It is written all over Your face”. Siri goes quiet for a moment. She looks concerned. I have wanted to talk to you about this for a long time Sol&rdqu

*Soleil*  The next second Gudrun and Marta are there. I don't even have time to realise what is going on. It is all over so fast and I hear a dumb sound as the hamram hits the floor. I try collecting all my powers, trying to get up on my knees, but I slip in my own blood and collapse on the floor moaning.    “It is dead. I have called for Siri to come quick”. I hear Marta’s voice. “Help me get her up on the table”.    The burning feeling is nothing compared to the flaming sword plowing through my back as they lift me. I scream out loud. When they get me flat down on my stomach the pain is luckily dulled somewhat.    “I’ll get the bag”. I hear Gudrun run off for the hallway.    I sob when Marta pulls off my cape and shirt.    “Shh I know, but you have to lie still, I need to

 *Soleil* “Soleil, are you okay ?”  I sit up, grabbing at my face and neck. Everything is still there and as it should be.  “Yeah, I think I had a bad nightmare”. I mumble, still feeling slightly caught up in the haze of sleep.  “I can believe that. You were talking in your sleep”. Gudrun leans over me and whispers. “You were calling for Luca”.  Luca ? He had been about to kill me. He hadn’t even hesitated when I couldn’t tell him what he wanted to hear. That I love him.  "Come on, it's gonna be time for the out-sitting soon". Gudrun gives my arm a soft squeeze and goes outside to the others.  I pull the duvet up to my chin and hug it into my chest. The dream kinda

 *Luca* I have been staring at the ceiling of the cabin most of the night. The bunk beds on the ferry just aren't built for someone of my size, but it is mostly all the thoughts crowding my head that has kept me awake.  While I am sitting with Martin and Andreas over breakfast in a small cafe I am seriously considering if I even want to go back home with them when we are done. I keep telling myself it will get easier when I put an ocean, if only a small one, between myself and Soleil.  Maybe I can get work here in Ireland, start over ? Soleil would be far away then, then Maybe her visits to my brain would stop. And hopefully I would get rid of her essence too.  Martin looks at his phone. “Finish up boys, we need to get going, there is a bit of a drive”.  “Almost done”. Andreas say

*Soleil*Two days later: I am watching as Gudrun’s car drives off after having delivered me at home. I feel helpless and lost. Now I have to do that again.. walk inside and pretend my life is ordinary and normal. How am I to live like that with my body pumped up on adrenaline ?   I feel like a water kettle left whistling on the stove and abandoned until the next full moon.  On the last and third night we didn’t find any new hamrams, not even Luca’s baby brother Andreas had appeared.  No one had said much after that, but I could see that Siri was worried. I just didn’t have the energy to ask about it. I have had enough, not only of death and mutilation, but also enough of the