JaneI paced around the house not doing anything but worrying my head off.I wanted so much to join the fight but that would not be possible. I had to trust Martha and her magic. If she was not the strongest in the pack, then I doubted that the rogues would have much attacking the pack.I heard a door slam and minutes later the sleeping witch walked down the stairs to join me in the living room.“Where is she?” she asked, looking around.“Martha? She joined the fight.”“She’s going to die.”“I’ve seen Martha fight. She can hold her own against the wolves.”“No,” she shook her head. “I am one of the strongest in the coven and I got my ass handed to me by an elder of their pack. Those wolves are not normal. They are strong.”“How strong?”“Their leader tore through the gates with his bare hands.”“Any creature can do that.”“That gate was made from graphene. It’s hundred times stronger than ordinary steel. It was also fortified with magic to make it stronger. That man tore through it wi

Jane“What?!” he yelled in frustration. It was clear he didn’t understand why I was still rejecting his idea to get back with him.Sure I wanted to go home with him but it wasn’t going to be that easy. He had to earn it.I was living a wonderful life here in the coven. If I wasn’t in the coven I was in the valley. There I had formed a bond with the witch, Martha.She had taught me to be stronger than I would ever be and taught me to be able to hold my own against both magical and non magical attacks. She was the definition of power and strength. I was going to be stronger under her tutelage.However I couldn’t leave everything to follow him just because he apologized. His apologies meant nothing if they would happen again.I wanted him to mean it and stop the rumors from spreading and destroying the good name I had built for myself. “What do you want?”“I am hurt, deeply hurt,” I sighed. “I haven’t done anything but been there for you whenever you wanted me and all I got was rumors a

SinclairWe entered as a woman sitting on the couch got my attention.“This is where we live,” Jane said, ushering me in as I marveled at how cozy the place was.The woman got up from the bed, shivering to a corner as she raised her hands up in an offensive manner.“I’m not here to hurt you,” I said, raising my hands to show that I didn’t want any trouble.She didn’t believe me but Jane walked to her. They whispered while I walked into the dining room to see that the patterns on the table were old.Soon she joined me. “Do you want tea?” she asked.“Yes please,” I smiled, sitting in a chair which was too small for my frame.I watched her work around as she knew where everything was kept.“How did you end up here?” I asked. “You can’t tell me you found this place on the first day. It took me a while to find you.”She put the water for tea and turned around to face me.“Well, let’s see,” she pulled her head back to remember her journey through the rough terrains. “I ran out of the pack a

MarthaI got them two different cups, created the tea and gave it to both of them.“Are we happy now?” I asked, but indigo was not satisfied. “Who gets the tea I made?” she asked.“Nobody but me! Do you want to sleep outside? Because it can get pretty cold in these parts.”She gulped and settled down to drink her tea.I, on the other hand, had had enough of their nonsense and was heading for my room.***Sinclair’s POVWe sipped our drinks noisily while staring into each other's eyes like we were going to rip each other apart.She did not trust me, neither did I. She was just another egotistical, maniacal witch who could be deadly if she wanted but from what I could see believed she was the only law around.“What do you want?” I asked, dropping my empty cup down. “You seem to hate me for some reason. If it’s because I attacked you in your coven, I apologize, but I was only trying to protect my Luna. I was not trying to do anything harmful to you for no reason. I got reports that she

JaneOur journey started with everyone riding along with us. It was not an easy one but we rode through the rough terrain and entered the packlands .Throughout the ride I could feel his cogs turning as he thought of what he was going to say to the pack. It was unlike him to be scared but he was afraid. This was something he had never done before. I knew he was doing all of this for me… for peace.The trouble was that even as he wanted peace to reign, the pack was going to be a tad bit reluctant, but he was a dangerous man. He could figure out how to treat the subjects that refused to listen.“How is the baby?” he asked. “I don’t know,” I smiled leaning back. “It’s just there.”“Your skin is thicker, he said. “I noticed when you punched me yesterday.”“I already told you that it was from the magic. I doubt I could punch you hundreds of miles away like I did last night.”“But what if it wasn’t from the magic. What if that was your natural strength? You did say you had been training f