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Chapter Forty Two

 Alaya's POV

"Lycan blood?" a panicked expression replaced Henry's growl. He stood, shaking his head as if the witch had just asked us to deliver her the moon a stick. "Where are we supposed to get Lycan blood?"

"The Lycans," I sighed. "Where else would get it?"

"Alaya," Henry inched back towards the door shaking his head. "You have no wolf and I can't fight Lycans, not on my own. This is... it's madness."

Anger balled in the pit of my stomach. I looked between the witch and Henry. We had no choice now, not now the witch knew I had no wolf.

"Then what am I supposed to do?" My rage erupted. I screamed so hard the walls of the hut shook. More glass bottles fell to the floor. The stench of essential oils mixing together on the rotting wood floor assaulted our senses. The witch sobbed covering her ears. Henry's face turned as pale as the silver moonlight on a crisp winter morning. 

Fuck. I need him. Without Henry I did

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Comments (2)
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SLHearn
if the story was edited just a little bit better it would be perfect
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Brianne Copenhaver
Well, isn't alaya the annoying power hungry brat. She shouldn't have rejected her fated mate.. Tho, I admit I'm alittle confused on who Anton was cause one minute it sounded as if he was nothing then the next he was important?
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