Chapter 80

The moment Beltza saw Accashia standing behind the window, the wolf of black and white tensed his shoulders. Teeth bared, his shoulders moving and was preparing to lunge at her — to attack. He growled at the young woman.

Pilak saw that his father was about to attack. With a whimper, he struggled to sit up. The beast howled. ‘Accashia.’ His voice cracked as he connected with his mate. The beast was glad that his mate made it just in time. His arm was bleeding a lot.

The Silver Beast tried to stop his father from attacking, but he fell on his side. ‘Accashia. They’re too powerful.’

Beltza sprang towards Ursula. As if it was practice, on cue — the Wicked Witch lifted her arm. Her fingers ran against the soft — matted fur of the bigger beast. She gripped then caressed it, as if the King, the Alpha was her pet.

Dry vines crawled and slithered against the cold floor. The thorns dig against the cracks of the stone floor, sinking in like a hook. It settled until Accashia’s feet felt the st