Chapter Sixty-Eight

Nikita’s POV

Her entire body trembles in my arms and heaves heavily with as her hot tears soak through the thin material of my top. I don’t know what to say or do, I’m well out of my depth here. Magic and all things witchy are still very new to me. Maybe her friends from the coven are in a better position to offer her some advice and comfort. I glance back at the drawing on the table with fear in my heart. The big, dark eyes of a werewolf look out from the page, which in itself isn’t something to cause concern, it’s the writing around it that appears to have knocked Celeste towards hysteria. ‘What does it say?’ I move her hair from the side of her face and it sticks in sweaty clumps to her temple. ‘It’s a warning. I need to talk to Channon.’ She manages to say between huge sobs, Well, fuck me, what the heck is going on now. I nod hesitantly and she simmers down to a soft blubbering mess. ‘Alpha. Celeste says she needs to talk to you.’

‘Should we pack this stuff away?’