Lahat ng Kabanata ng Taming the Alpha Twins: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Bethany wasn’t sure exactly what she saw at first, or how long it took her to find her way to see the image. This was the only way she could describe scrying as. Some witches claimed images just formed randomly when they stared long enough into a surface. She, however, felt a pull, like she was being led down a garden path toward a destination. Bethany never truly saw the trip to the destined image. It was like the path blurred and distances became a foggy, insubstantial concept which lacked meaning. Another concept that she lost the meaning for while she was busy scrying was the passage of time. She couldn’t keep track of it, and she became unaware of it passing. When she first started doing this, she’d lost herself in what she called a session for over a day. Her aunt, who was her mentor, had to go to great lengths to retrieve her from the state she found herself in. Normally, a witch must learn to perform this skill. Bethany was a natural. So, her probl

Helena watched the movements of everyone. Again, they were moving out to run headlong into violence. Did they bother to even consult her? No, the witches could have dealt with their mess themselves. Yes, Helena was angry with everything Veronica did. Yes, Veronica came from a mixed family of wolves and witches. She left the wolves for the witches, and the witches shunned her. Yes, she attacked and killed many wolves after the witches shunned her. But revenge like this was wrong because wolves don’t cast magic or have protections against it. The witches had to police their own, whether they shunned them. Or not. They could protect themselves from attack. Didn’t they have enough damage and sorrow from this on the wolf side of things? Helena knew they must show support against this and side with the witches. But she’d already lost her father and her mates were attacked twice now. She didn’t want to chance losing them, too. Helena barely got to greet them before they wer

Brian was more than ready to go after Veronica and take her down. The witch’s curse was more than painful and distressing. It did far too much damage, and he doubted she’d ever feel remorse. That was one emotion of many emotions he’d never see Veronica in all the years she’d lived within the pack ever express. He’d only spent a few years with the pack, but he’d noticed her odd behaviour back then. His self-preservation instinct was on high alert around her. Over the years, he and Chris talked about her and many others within the pack as one does. Brian knew Chris openly avoided Veronica because she tried to date him even after he’d made it clear he wasn’t going to date anyone, including her. This was partially because they’d started sharing partners but weren’t ready to make it known within the pack. As revenge goes, this was sheer over kill and it would stop today. Brian watched as people assembled and divided into groups. They’d wanted to block off all lin

The group with Brian pulled up to the motel on the far edge of town to the pack’s territory and, sure enough, the Jeep sat as bold as brass in front of a door. The place was oddly quiet for an evening, even in the tiny town of Lake Ingrid. A witch returned from the front desk. “Okay, this has to be where she is. The sign says they’re full. However, all but one room key is sitting at the desk. I made sure the desk clerk will sleep through anything and Veronica dealt with any guest issues for us, the fool.” The witch was a grandmotherly type who looked sweet and harmless at first glance. Everyone has seen the type where you expect her to have overflowing hard candies falling out of her large purse and tissues tucked up under the sleep of her sweater. Brian knew this woman was far more than that and he’d be the first to admit it disturbed him more than a little. How did someone gauge their opponent if they couldn’t identify them? “It’s better than we hoped. Now

Chris disliked the region almost immediately. He could feel the residual magic that affected the land by the sheer number of spells cast upon the land. It was dark, and the sky was overcast, letting no moonlight filter down. He could feel the muddy banks squelch beneath his toes. At least the pads of his feet would clean up easily. But until they were, he was sure that the packhouse would be off limits to him. He’d got a warning through Alfred. Veronica was in the area. She was probably looking for the bloody golem or come to survey the damage it wrought. Too bad for her that the protections from the coven used in their principal home was too good for her. They were finally baring down on it. Chris followed it’s heavy footprints. If Alfred was correct, Chris would find a lumbering clay and mud monster, with a mouth and pieces of mirror for eyes. He claimed it was crude and doubted it could speak, and was sure it couldn’t be reasoned with. Veronica didn’t hav