I nodded and hid behind Enzo so I could strip off my clothing and shift into my wolf form. It felt good to finally be able to shift again; I’m not sure why I was suddenly feeling strong and powerful again, but I wasn’t going to complain. Especially when Val came to life and howled into the night sky.
“It’ feels so good to be free again!”
She cooed as the cold air hit her soft white fur.
My father and Enzo exchanged proud looks before shifting into their own wolves as well, joining me in the howl session.
“There’s no time to waste,”
I announced. “Let’s get to Starcove!”
…..
Third Person POV
“Jazzy! Why are you doing this?? What is it that you want??”
Hazel cried as she struggled against the binding placed on her to shield her magic.
Blood dripped off her face from her recent building and she was fading in and out of consciousness. Jazzy had pumped her with so much wolfsbane, that she was amazed that her darling sister was still functioning enough to form words.
“I want what I’ve always wanted,”
Jazzy said, narrowing her icy emerald ice at Hazel. “I want to wipe the entire Volana race off this earth and I’ll stop at nothing until I get just that.”
“And what of that rogue wolf you are partnered with?”
She asked between her teeth. “He wants to be a Volana. Will you wipe him off this earth too?”
A smile spread across Jazzy’s lips.
“Of course not. He will be under my control and in my power. I will have full control over this Volana. He just doesn’t know it yet. Stupid wolf… he’s nothing more than a vessel to me. A body at most.”
“Please…”
she whimpered. “I am your sister… don’t do this to me…”
She could hardly see Jazzy through her swollen eyes and her face was so bruised she was hardly unrecognizable. Witches typically had quick healing abilities like most magical beings, but the wolfbane was keeping her from healing at all. Which was exactly what Jazzy wanted.
“You are also a traitor,”
Jazzy hissed. “You know what those wolves did to us. They took everything from us, and they would do it again in a heartbeat. The fact that you fight alongside them and protect them is disgusting to me.”
“You are better than this…”
Hazel said as she clenched her jaw.
“No… I’m not…”
Jazzy growled.
Electricity bolts shot through her fingertips as she reached her hands to her sister’s neck and zapped her. She screamed out in pain and terror; her eyes began bleeding and it only made Jazzy smile as she stepped away.
Her sister was still conscious, but she trembled in pain and fought to maintain her breath; it was clear she was losing grip on reality. She would die if Jazzy didn’t ease up on her and she needed her sister alive for right now. At least until she told Jazzy what she wanted to know.
“Jazzy!!”
She heard the sound of a majorly annoying voice from nearby.
She couldn’t help the groan that escaped her lips as she turned to face Paul running toward her.
“What are you doing here?”
She said through her teeth. The fact that he was in her coven house was a major death wish for him even if he was working with her to capture the strongest Volana to ever exist.
The others in her coven would still eat him alive.
“There was an attack that cost a lot of my men’s lives,”
he breathed as he reached her. “It was the Nova pack’s Luna, Selene who was working with Enzo and eliminated a lot of the rogues. I think they are on their way there to get her…”
He glanced at Hazel who had a glimmer of humor in her bloody eyes and a small chuckle escaped her lips without her meaning it to.
This infuriated Jazzy.
She marched over to Hazel and grabbed her by the throat, cutting off her air supply. As Hazle struggled for breath, Jazzy tightened her grip and peered deep into her red eyes.
“Why the hell would these wolves be searching for a nobody like you if you truly don’t know anything?”
Jazzy asked through her teeth.
Hazel couldn’t speak; she could only gasp for breath and focus on not dying. After another second, Jazzy released her throat and stepped away, turning back to Paul.
“Get the rest of your men together and go the borders of Starcove. Do not let them pass.”
“What are you going to do?”
Paul asked, narrowing his eyes at her.
“I’m going to protect my coven,”
she hissed. “Now get lost and do as I ask.”
“Are we sure it’s not Selene the prophet was talking about? She’s a very strong Volana and I know it was her that took out most of my men.”
Jazzy scoffed.
“It’s not her,”
Jazzy said, shaking her head. “But I know that this bitch knows who it is. I’m going to get it out of her if it’s the last thing I do.”
Paul nodded and turned, leaving Jazzy alone, once again, with her sister.
After a long and torturous session, Hazel passed out from pain and exhaustion. She had enough of the torture and Jazzy was growing infuriated by her sister’s stubborn silence. Her heartbeat was now faint, and it wouldn’t be long before her sister perished. It was clear she wasn’t going to get any answers from her.
She grabbed a dagger from one of her many weaponry shelves and was about to plunge it into her sister’s heart, ending her miserable life but just as she lifted the dagger into the air, an overwhelming sense washed over her and she found herself staggering backward.
She heard the screaming of others in her coven as they too felt this incredible surge of power that had just entered the town of Starcove.
It wasn’t their power… it was someone else. Someone much more powerful.
She waved her hand in front of her, chanting a small spell until the image of the outside appeared in front of her. She saw, in her wavy spell-casted window, Paul and a few other wolves standing outside the borders of the town and those wretched wolves, Alpha Enzo and Alpha Bastien stood in front of him. There were a few other warrior-looking men as well that remained in their wolf form.
Then, Jazzy saw it.
The girl that stood near the wolves. She had just shifted into her human form and put on some clothing. She almost looked like Selene, but much younger. Her aura shined brightly, and it was obvious she was a Volana wolf.
But the power that radiated around her was almost too much for Jazzy to handle; staring at her, even though the spell cast window, was overwhelming.
“That’s the Volana…”
Jazzy whispered to herself. “The one we were looking for. That’s the strongest Volana to ever exist.”
With one quick motion, Paul lunged at her, unknowing that she was the one they wanted. Jazzy screamed through the spell-cast window, shattering it around her feet. But not before she saw the girl lift her arm to him and with one quick motion, plunge a dagger into his chest and killing Paul instantly.
Lila’s POV
As soon as we neared Starcove, I could feel the power of the witches.
I knew of a witch once when I was only a little girl. She helped my mother when she discovered she was a Volana wolf and taught her how to use her powers and how to control them.
Sadly, she died, and I never really got the chance to know her for myself. But I knew she was very powerful as well. I wonder if she knew this Jazzy person; it seems my father was familiar with her.
“There are no gates?”
I asked as we continued down a narrow road; in the distance, I saw houses, and beyond that, I wasn’t really sure what I saw. It was a large building made of stone and it didn’t seem it belonged in such a quiet town. But there was hardly anybody walking around the streets; there was no humming of cars. There didn’t even seem to be that many businesses.
Maybe a few stores but they didn’t even look open.
It was a complete ghost town besides this strong sense of power radiating around the brisk air. The temperature had dropped significantly; it was nearing autumn, but here it felt like it was mid to late autumn.
Most of our packs have gates that separate our packs from rogue territory. Though the forests don’t usually have gates, we double on our patrol in those areas to keep rogues away. Starcove didn’t seem to have any security, which was amazing to me.
“It’s a human and witch community,”
Enzo explained from beside me. “They don’t need the same security measures as we do. Nobody would dare invade a town full of witches.”
“We are,”