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“Bloody hell, Killian, fight this!”
I lunged at him, and instead of attacking him, I pulled my hands to his face, cupping it. Killian’s body became still immediately.
I peered right into the darkness rooted in Killian’s eyes, and I began chanting. It didn’t take long for my eyes to torch blue, and I could feel myself within the walls of Killian’s mind. It was completely dark and whatever that witch did to him had bound his wolf and awoken this demon within him.
I continued chanting, using my magic and the witch’s blood in my nails to undo whatever she had done to Killian. I closed my eyes and using my magic, I let my wolf call out to Killian’s wolf. This would have been easier if Killian and I had already marked each other. Nonetheless, Adie managed to connect with Killian’s wolf, and I broke whatever connection the witch had formed with Killian, pulling Ryker to the surface.
My eyes pulled open and they fell on Killian’s golden eyes which meant his wolf was in control. His rough hold on me softened, as he scanned our surroundings.
“Thank the goddess it worked. Find Killian, we need to catch the witch-“
My words fell as my eyes moved to where the witch was a minute ago, but she had vanished. I could only see the fading blur of her red cloak exiting the woods, she was headed west to the mountains side.
I hastened into the darkness, trailing after her to the mountains, but I couldn’t find her. I sniffed the air, trying to locate the witch’s scent but it completely vanished. She had escaped.
No. It can’t be. This was the first time I was able to see her at a close distance. But she eluded me and I didn’t get to unmask her. This was beyond frustrating.
I was moving around the darkness in a frenzy, and I had reached a dead end, and what lay a step away was nothing.
I had already taken a step further when I felt the sparks from the mate bond form around my arm and waist.
“Be f*****g careful,”
I heard Killian’s loud voice sound behind me, as he pushed me backward, closer to him.
I turned to face him. He was back. His eyes now had their normal amber color.
“Please, be careful Naomi,”
he voiced.
“It’s the witch, Killian. I lost her. She was right here and I lost her,”
I said, running my fingers through my hair. I had her within my grasp, and I lost her. It infuriated me to my bones, more so, because whoever she was, she knows my secret now. This was dangerous.
Killian’s point of view
“No matter how much I tried, I simply just can’t believe Alpha Leonardo has no idea where she is,”
Felix, one of the most annoying members of the Council, huffed angrily, almost banging his fist on the round mound in the Council’s court. “Enough, Felix, repeating that over and over again won’t change anything,”
Alpha Philip sauntered to his seat. “It’s been four weeks now since the blood moon appeared abruptly in the night sky, and still, we haven’t been able to find her,”
his voice was utterly dry and he could barely keep his frustration from his eyes.
Everyone in the Council was equally frustrated, including me, but it was for different reasons. This was the fourth meeting summoned by the Council within a bloody week, and the only matter that everyone seemed to be discussing was the white wolf, and each time we seemed to be making no progress at all.
It’s been four weeks since the blood moon appeared in the sky and the news about the white wolf being alive flooded the whole of North Central. The Council had immediately formed an army of their best warriors from all supernatural kinds to find the white wolf. Even Zeriyah and her coven witches had also tried locating her, but the result was the same. She couldn’t be found.
“It’s been a while and we can’t seem to locate her, do you think the Dark Circle has gotten to her already?”
Daimon asked, and before anyone could respond to him, Amelie’s voice filled the court.
“N-No. They haven’t, at least not yet,”
she mumbled in a stutter. She was seated in a corner of the court. This was the first time in weeks she had spoken a word during the meetings. Usually, her gaze was always stuck on the quill pen she held tightly, scribbling on the paper. Whatever she was writing seemed pretty serious. But they were only drawings of some witch symbols. Zeriyah and the Council heads seemed to think it was something important, but the witches had no idea what the symbols meant. “Tell us, Amelie, how do you know that?”
Zeriyah gaited to where she was. Amelie’s gaze fell on Zeriyah and the skin around her eyes was worn out and dark. Her eyes were swollen like she hadn’t been having proper rest.
Amelie’s lips trembled against each other as if she was trying so hard to say something, but the words wouldn’t escape her lips.
After seconds of attempting once more, she exhaled exhausted. “I can’t,”
Amelie’s hands fell on Zeriyah. “We have to protect her. A bad storm is heading our way. The darkness has awoken and it’s after her. Every one of us will die,”
her whispers invaded the silence that had dominated the court as everyone listened to her words.
I could feel the chill that ran down my spine at her words. Suddenly, the fear that had suffocated my chest these past few days intensified. I glanced around the court and I could see similar fear imprinted on almost everyone’s faces, including Leonardo’s. But something else other than fear was deeply rooted within those electric blue eyes of his. Something I couldn’t make out.
He must have felt my intense stare on him because his eyes shifted from Amelie and found mine. Our gaze swept over each other.
I could see exactly what Felix was yapping about. The white wolf in question, the one both the Council and the Dark Circle were trying to find, was his sister, but he was unbelievably calm with everything that was going on. This was not like him. Knowing Leonardo the way I did, he was capable of doing anything to protect those he loved, and so would I.
Just at the thought, I felt a piercing pain in my chest. I groaned, leaning a little on the mound, as I rested my head on my hand.
These past few days have been tiresome. I couldn’t help feeling anxious. The crescent moon rising was two nights away and finally, we would get the chance to break the curse. I should have been happy, but somehow I just wasn’t. Instead, my wolf and I felt the exact opposite.
It was only a week ago since the witch that had been hounding the pack simply just vanished, we had searched everywhere for her but we couldn’t find her. That was another problem as I could not seem to remember anything. Maybe if I did, everything would be much easier. Then I might have known who she was, seeing that she had me under her control with a spell, and almost made me murder my mate.
Now that the moon is slowly upon us, I can’t help but wonder, what if something happens and I end up harming Naomi, or what if for some reason, the ritual doesn’t work and Naomi gets stuck in the curse? f**k. The thought alone made my blood turn cold. It didn’t take long for the meeting to end quickly, and instantly, I exited the court. I was with only a few warriors, even Valerie couldn’t attend today, she had a lot of things to do in preparation for the ritual in two nights.
I got on my horse and hurried back to my pack. The only thoughts I had were all about Naomi. I just needed her close to me.
By the time we reached the pack, it was dusk already. I moved with haste through the castle doors and headed straight for Naomi’s chamber. But thankfully, I found her in the hallways, dressed beautifully in her black dress. I reached for her and pulled her into my arms.
I wrapped my hands around her and felt her soft body lean into mine.
“Killian, are you alright?”
She whispered into my ears, while I kept inhaling as much of her scent as I could.
“I am fine,”
I lied flatly, pulling away from her. I led her to my chamber instead, and I fell on the bed. I just needed to spend the evening with her, without worrying about the outcome of the ritual in two days, or thinking about the witches or anything else. I just wanted my mate beside me. And it gave me great pleasure when Naomi crawled onto the bed, positioning herself right in my arms.
I buried my head in the crook of her neck, while she wrapped her hands around my neck.
“Are you going to tell me now what is wrong?”
She finally said after a while of silence. “Did something happen at the Council?”
The tone of her voice was suddenly sharp, and almost fearful.
“Nothing happened,”
I said quickly to calm her racing heart. Naomi pulled a hand to my chest, rubbing it gently. Her soft padded fingers brushed against the inked drawing of a wolf on my chest.
“They were branded scars from my father, one of the gifts he left me before his death,”
My voice filled the air and I felt Naomi’s hand on my chest halt immediately. I never really answered her questions about the scars before. I didn’t want to talk about it, especially when it had to do with my father.