BECCA: After the interaction with Celine, I went into my room. The memory of her talking to my mate; the Alpha of this pack that way didn't leave my head, it hurt my heart very much. Laying on my bed, I began to think of the old woman. Something tells me she has more answers and solutions to my problems. I was thinking about this until I dozed off. The next day had me going to the pack ground to train alone not like I had anyone to train with anyway. After training, I decided to go back to the old woman’s hut. She had to help me, she was my only hope. Shifting, I ran toward her location. Soon, I reached and then shifted to human form before wearing my clothes. Sighing, I knew she would have noticed my presence therefore, I went to kneel in front of her hut. If she didn't help me who would? I needed her help and this was how far I could go. This was all I could give; my pride. I hated to beg anyone bit for him, for my mate I would do this a thousand times. My hands were on m
CLARA “I have her trapped already,” I told him. He was staring at me, looking at his wrist. He was well built almost like an Alpha but I knew he was not. It was just the work of the ritual, it was beginning to take place. “Where is she?” he asked and then I pointed into the room. A part of me felt bad, there was a feeling that told me not to do it. It was wrong but then I had to protect my son. To complete the ritual, there had to be two vital types of blood to be combined. This would make him, Magdon to be the one powerful man he had always dreamt to be. He raised his head and looked in that direction, a smile showed on his face and he looked back at me. “Well, done. I am going to check on my daughter now.” Having said this, he walked out. A sigh dropped from my mouth. I felt bad, like a bad person but then I have to save my son. If I don't he would be killed. He would be killed because he was an abomination. A hunter who hunts wolves and kills them. He would be killed by M
BECCA: I looked at the old witch who had been mean to me, she smiled at me this time. Her yellow eyes expanding as though she found a play thing. My heartthump thinking I might be the plaything. By my side was an older man, he looked very lean. His face was frenzied like he was a baby who just poured a whole bag of flour away. The old witch came to sit by my leg side and then she tapped my leg and said, “Wake up you are not dreaming, we have a lot to discuss!” “Huh, what discussion?” I was quick to say to her shocked that she would want to discuss it with me. She was the same person that shouted that it wasn't possible and that I should go away from her abode. “You know him?” She asked, using her eyes to point at the man beside me. I looked back at the man who raised his head with something I guessed was hope. However, I didn't recognize him. I had never seen him in my entire existence yet a familiar scent was coming from him. I looked back at Clara, I would call her Clar
BECCA I was pissed. I was really pissed.I could never forget about Alexander, he was my fated mate not some puppet for a human girl. I would do anything to get back my Alexander, regardless. Come what may! Clara had done nothing but piss me off since I came here! While struggling to get off the bed, she stood and said some shocking things into my ear. “Alexander can never get better. The man in that house isn't your mate but a new creature chose to love and listen to Celine alone. I can't undo what I had done. If I kill the new creature I created, Alexander would die.” She uttered, her soft tender. Her eyes gently looked at me as I did. Her voice reverberated through me. My brain trying to catch up to the meaning of what she had said. My stomach growled and coldness surrounded me. My legs suddenly became jelly and I fell onto the bed quickly. Tears grew in my eyes, and Rodriguez looked at me with pity in his eyes. I saw that he trembled, he wanted to talk to me and touch m
BECCA I was going to kill Clara. Just then Rodriguez came back to the room, he had some herbs on a plate. “Are you okay?” he asked me. I nodded my head, I was feeling a little better than before. He walked over to the electric cooker which was on the right side of the room which was also the kitchen. He took out a pot from the drawer and placed it on the now active cooker. Then he took a small mortal and postal which was at the far side of the cubicle before he picked the herbs from the table. He threw the herbs into the mortal and pounded it a little before throwing it into the now hot water on the cooker. I watched him keenly hoping he would leave again and I would be able to sneak out of the room. My plan was still on. “How’s your mom?” He asked, now stirring the herbs on fire. I looked away from him, staring into space. My annoyance suddenly developed and I folded my hand against my chest. “You don't need to know,” I uttered with a wheeze. “Are you angry with me?” H
BECCA After a few minutes of hugging my father, he disengaged and then stared at me. He touched my cheeks and smiled again. “You are so pretty.” He uttered, looking at him with a smile. “You look just like your mother.” He added and I nodded. It was true, I looked like my mother too. “Who is Magdon, dad?” I asked remembering the name from earlier. Dad sighed, and he looked away. “Magdon is one of the counsels of the werewolf clan, he found out I was a hunter during the time Aurora had just died and I had just been freed. I was weak at that time and couldn't fight him off. Mom had to save him from my hands promising him that she would serve him or he would kill me. He later came saying he wants to be the most powerful man in the whole universe and mom had to do it. Mom had to tap powers from the dark world which entailed rituals. The first was the sacrifice of the wolves, humans, rogues, Alphas, and a hunter.” He explained. Then I remembered Ezra, he had told me about the rit
BECCA What the hell?! I screamed from where I stood, and my eyes widened. Rodriguez swiftly ran inside, and I knew at that moment that something had happened to Clara. “Good thing, your son will be the sacrificial lamb!” Magdon whispered but I could hear him. I Knew Rodriguez could hear him as well and I was hoping he had guided himself. I was about to rush toward the hut as well when I saw a black cast over the entire place. “Rodriguez... Go pls...” A voice sounded, it was muggled and weak and dying. It was Clara. AhrrggAhrgggI heard sounds from the inside but couldn't see what was going on there. My eyes began to hurt from the black cast that came from the inside. I had to close my eyes while my heart was thumping faster and faster. I didn't understand what was going on in there. Where was my father? I stood there, hearing sounds coming from the hut. What was going on in there? I needed to know. Suddenly, everything became quiet. Extremely quiet that it made me wonder
BECCA: “Please... I did it because I love you...” She uttteted, her eyes watering. “No, you did it for your father so he could finish his ritual and I could help with it. He knew he needed my help to get the six Alphas to do the ritual, the Alphad would listen to me. Now they are dead because your wicked father. Do you think I am going to spare you now, he should have known better than killing the witch because the death of the witch would undo all of her spells which includes me.” Alexander explained. Only the last part got me. My eyes widened as the words entered my brain one after the other and I understood it. The witch. The witch. The witch. It kept reiterating in my mind until it finally stuck to me. The witch was my grandmother. Magdon killed her? Fuck, Magdon killed grandmother?! “Your father is already turning to a kind of monster that I don't know of but before he gets here I am going to kill his daughter. He already completed the ritual, using the blood of the hunt