As they walked down the dusty, empty street, Susan's frustration was palpable. "Why do these people have to be so unfriendly?" she muttered, scowling at the closed doors and windows. "It's like they don't want anyone to find my mom."Nicklaus, walking a few steps behind the witches, said nothing. His sharp senses were picking up something in the air, something that made him uneasy. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end and he gripped his claws tighter.Michael, sensing the tension, tried to lighten the mood. "Come on, Susan. You're a powerful witch, surely you can find her on your own?"Susan turned to glare at him. "I don't need your sarcasm, Michael. And besides, Abigail has always been one to hide her tracks. That's why we need to talk to the locals."As they continued down the street, they heard whispers and murmurs from behind closed doors. Susan marched up to one of them and banged on the wooden surface. "Excuse me, we're looking for Abigail. Can you tell us where she is
Some moments earlier…….Dane stood on the edge of the forest, his keen senses alert. He could feel the tension in his muscles, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of movement. He could hear the rustling of leaves in the trees, the distant sound of running water, and the soft whistling of the wind. But he could not see them.He had been following them for days, his orders to keep a close watch on Nicklaus and his mates.He could not afford to fail this time around. He had not told Isabelle what was expected of her. He had decided to take on this first before he would tell her about it. He didn't want to get distracted on this mission.Dane took a deep breath and began to move through the trees, his senses on high alert. He could smell the earthy scent of the forest floor, the sweet aroma of wildflowers, and the faint scent of smoke. He followed the trail left by the group, his instincts telling him that they were close.As he moved deeper into the woods, the trees grew thicker a
Claire felt a sudden gust of wind and she was transported to a completely different world. It was a world unlike anything she had ever seen before. The sky was a bright pink color and the clouds looked like cotton candy. The trees were a bright green and they towered over her. Claire was unsure if this was real or if it was just a figment of her imagination.She took a deep breath and smelled the sweet scent of the flowers that surrounded her. The air was crisp and clean, and she felt a sense of calmness that she had never felt before. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the birds chirping in the distance.As she opened her eyes, she saw a girl standing in front of her. The girl was about her age and had long, flowing red hair. She was wearing a long white dress and had a smile on her face. Claire felt a sense of familiarity when she saw the girl, but she couldn't quite place where she had seen her before.The girl motioned for Claire to follow her, and Claire did as she
Claire looked at the woman for a long time. She wasn't mistaken. She was the one in the dream but a lot younger than this.Had she traveled back in time? That couldn't be. What about the crystal she talked about?After that first word had managed to come out of her, she realised how dry her throat was. She made a gesture for water and Micheal went to get her a glass of water."Welcome back, Claire," Alexander said, his voice deep and soothing. He came over to her and placed a hand on her back, guiding the water into her throat.He could not beliy Claire was well and alive. He had been so scared of losing her. And seeing her right there in front of well, well and alive, he could hardly get words out of his mouth. "I was so worried about you." That was all he managed to say after all the things he wanted to say.She tried to sit up as she smiled a weak smile at him, but a wave of dizziness washed over her. She grasped the bedcovers tightly, her mind struggling to process everything th
The air in Dane's room was thick with tension as he paced back and forth, his thoughts consumed by his failure. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and his palms growing slick with sweat. The walls around him seemed to close in, suffocating him.He tried to focus on the task at hand, but his mind kept wandering back to Isabelle. She was the only one who could help him now, but he was afraid of what she might do. Would she be angry? Disappointed? Would she even agree to help him?The room was opulent, a reflection of Dane's status as alpha. The walls were lined with rich tapestries and the floor was made of polished marble. The furniture was ornate, with plush velvet cushions and gilded edges. But despite its grandeur, the room felt stifling to Dane.He glanced out the window, hoping the fresh air would help clear his mind. But what he saw outside only added to his sense of unease. The moon was full and bright, casting an eerie glow over the forest that surrounded his pack's
Isabelle lay in her bed, her mind racing with thoughts and plans. The room was quiet, save for the soft ticking of the clock on the mantle and the occasional rustle of her maid moving about the room. She listened intently, trying to pick up any clues or whispers that might reveal the secrets of Alexander's house.As she lay there, she felt a sense of unease creeping over her. The air was thick with tension and mystery, and she couldn't help but wonder what was going on behind the closed doors of the alpha's house. Her heart raced with excitement and fear, and she knew that whatever was happening, she wanted to be a part of it.Especially if it had to do with Claire.Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Isabelle's maid hurriedly stepped inside. "Ma'am," she whispered urgently, "I have news."Isabelle sat up, her senses sharpening. "What is it?" she demanded."There have been strange goings-on in the Alpha's house," the maid replied, her voice trembling slightly. "I overheard one of t
"Michael, what's wrong?" Claire asked, her voice shaking slightly. "You seem...distant."Michael sighed heavily, his eyes glancing up towards the sky. "It's nothing, Claire," he said softly. "Just...thinking."Claire wasn't convinced. She could feel something gnawing at the back of her mind, something that told her this was more than just "thinking." She took a step closer to Michael, her senses on high alert.Suddenly, she heard a rustling in the bushes behind her. Her heart leapt into her throat as she turned around, her wand at the ready. But there was nothing there. No one."Did you hear that?" she asked Michael, her eyes scanning the garden for any sign of movement.Michael shook his head. "I didn't hear anything," he said. "But then again, my hearing isn't what it used to be."Claire frowned, her mind racing. She could feel the weight of the prophesy pressing down on her, like a heavy stone crushing her spirit. She knew that she was the one who was supposed to save the world fr
Kendrick sat at the head of his lavish dining table, his piercing eyes staring off into the distance. The room was lit by flickering candles that cast eerie shadows on the walls, and the only sound was the soft rustling of fabric as Kendrick shifted in his chair.His plans to reach Claire in another pack through dark magic had failed. His jaw clenched as he recalled the countless hours he had spent pouring over ancient texts, searching for a way to break through the barriers that separated him from his prey. And yet, despite his best efforts, he had been unable to do anything but stare at them both.Who the hell was that man anyway?Frustrated and angry, Kendrick began to wreak havoc in the dining room. He slammed his fists down on the table, sending plates and silverware flying in all directions. The once elegant room was now in disarray, with broken dishes littering the floor and the scent of spilled wine permeating the air.As Kendrick seethed in his anger, a woman entered the