66 : Beg Her?

ELIJAH

My fingers trace the jagged scar above my left eye, a constant reminder of the price I paid for the cure. When I demanded an extra cure, the witch demanded a favor in exchange. The thought of what Rena would have to go through if Rayn died made me accept her demand. The cure had a substance in it that made Rolf stronger than before, so I was confident I could handle anything.

For three years, I ran errands for her. The cure was hard to obtain, so the price was heavy. It was like selling my soul to the devil.

Her errands weren't simple. I had to face the Ashwalkers. They wouldn't die, no matter what you did.

Fear prickles my skin as the memory resurfaces. The fight was brutal, two of them against me. I won, but only barely. They are dangerous creatures.

That's why I warned Rena. The witch had said there were more, and they would soon attack all werewolves.

Fulfilling the contract meant staying in the hills with the witch, away from everything. On top of that, I had my pack to run