All Chapters of The Witch Who Refused To Burn : Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

A hand on her elbow drew Helena away from her thoughts and she turned to look at the silver-eyed Alpha staring at her in concern. "Are you alright, darling?" Her father asked from across the table, drawing her attention to their empty plates and her half full one."Yeah," she responded, weakly, the hurricane of thoughts that had been swirling around in her head, still lurking at the corners of her mind. "I just have a lot on my mind."Charon made a sound with a teasing smirk on his lips and her Father gave him a scandalised look, his cheeks turning red.Helena rolled her eyes at the older man's bashfulness and began gathering the empty dishes."Let me," Orion offered, as he followed her to the sink, his small stool groaning in thanks for being relieved of its burden."Don't worry about them," she said, her eyes unconsciously staring into the moonlit forest just beyond the window. "Charon will handle them." "But Orion and I had planned to go hunting tonight," he argued with a bit of

Helena was left on her own when they stepped into the house. Orion being led away by one of his stone-faced men.She watched him disappear out of sight then sighed, deeply, feeling frustrated by how everything was going.When she had first travelled back in time, Helena had not given much thought to what could go wrong, having assumed that the goddess would create a straightforward path and she would get her revenge.But now, it was clear that there was no guarantee of her success and it left her feeling insecure and worst of all, frightened.If, in her time here, she had accomplished nothing and already lost all of her motivation, then maybe she was the failure people often tagged her as."Hello, Helena," Greeted a familiar voice."Allistor," she greeted the older man, embarrassed that she had been too caught up in her thoughts to notice she had walked all the way to his office."How are you?" She added, awkwardly, her eyes roaming over his well-dressed figure.The grey-eyed man had

Rigel had always been a clumsy, straight-to-the-point writer, and while that was good for a quick message during battle, it made a stressful affair for Helena as she tried to decipher his many letters for clues."What's your obsession with this Alpha, anyway?" Charon complained as he dropped the letter he had just finished pouring over on top of the growing pile to the side."I'm not obsessed," she corrected, distractedly, brows furrowed as she studied every word for a double meaning. "I just think he's suspicious and needs to be monitored closely."Charon's responding silence was worth a hundred words and Helena glanced up at her brother's face, eyes narrowing at the teasing smile on his lips."What?" She hissed, defensively, straightening up from her bend to face him."You like him," he declared in a sing-song voice and burst into hysterical laughter."Over my dead, rotting body," Helena rebuked with a disgusted curl of her lips."Oh my Goddess," he gasped, wiping the tears from the