he answered. “But they are in hiding. I hear they have some kind of witch barrier around their village.”
Jazzy’s heart fell into her stomach, a witch barrier?
She only knew of one witch who would be stupid enough to help the Volana wolves. Even more fury rose through her as she clenched her fists.
Paul was her gateway to finding that Volana and ending them once and for all; once she ends that Volana, all the others will fall with it. Jazzy knew she wasn’t powerful enough to defeat this Volana on her own, but maybe if Paul somehow obtained her abilities, they could work together to conquer this nation. Paul could get what he wants, and she would get what she wants.
She looked up at Paul, a sly smile appearing on her lips.
“Maybe we can help each other after all,”
she finally said.
Back in the present moment, Jazzy finished dressing and gave herself one last look in the mirror before smiling with satisfaction and leaving her room. She went downstairs of her Coven house, ignoring those who greeted her on the way down.
She made her way down to the basement where their dungeon was placed. She heard the screaming and agonizing pains of her captor. Someone who had once gotten away from her when she was so close to finding this Volana wolf; someone she knew had the information she sought.
She opened the rooms to the dungeon and paused when she saw one of her guards shackling Hazel. Hazel struggled against the chains, but they burned her flesh being poisonous to sorcerers.
Tears stained her face as she screamed for mercy, but mercy doesn’t live here.
Hazel’s pale green eyes shifted upward as Jazzy stood over her and Jazzy swore Hazel stopped breathing.
“I’ve been waiting a long time to recapture you,”
Jazzy said with a grin. “I knew you’d leave your barrier sooner or later.”
“Why are you doing this?”
Hazel gasped between sobs.
“Because I know you know the information I seek. We can either do this the easy way or the hard way,”
Jazzy seethed, lowering herself so she was at eye level with Hazel.
“I’ll never tell you anything!”
“We’ll see about that, now, won’t we?”
Jazzy said with a chuckle. She stood to her feet and turned her back toward her, but just as she started to walk away, she paused. “Welcome back to hell… my dearest sister.”
Lila’s POV
“Um, excuse me… I was going to sit there,”
a tall brunette girl that I didn’t recognize said, folding her arms across her busty chest and staring at Corrine like she was beneath her.
Corrine looked puzzled.
“I always sit here,”
she said, narrowing her eyes at the girl.
“Flynn is my boyfriend and as my boyfriend, I get to sit next to him,”
the girl hissed through her seemingly perfect teeth.
It suddenly made sense as to who this girl was.
Corrine’s face reddened as the girl who sat beside Justin, chuckled. The girls must have been friends.
Corrine glanced at Flynn for some extra help, but he sighed and shook his head at her.
“Can’t you just sit somewhere else for today, Cor?”
He asked.
I could practically hear her heart-shattering.
What the hell was Flynn’s problem? Why was he treating her so poorly??
I heard in a low whisper from nearby, “Watch this…”
It was Justin talking to his girlfriend as he scooped some mashed potatoes on his spoon; he was about to sling-shot it toward Corrine. I pressed my lips firmly together and before he released the potoes in her direction, I grabbed the spoon from him, startling everybody at the table.
“Future Alphas and Lunas lead by example,”
I told all 4 of them. “That level of disrespect won’t be tolerated.”
“Justin, what is wrong with you?!”
Luna Reilly Sinclaire, Justin’s mother, scolded. “We raised you better than this.”
“You are 16 years old; you should know better than that,”
his father, Alpha Lucas Sinclaire growled. “Sit up straight and be a gentleman.”
Justin pouted but he wouldn’t dare argue with his father. Corrine looked like she wanted to burst into tears.
“Sorry about my son, Alpha,”
Alpha Lucas said to my father.
“Boys will be boys,”
my father said in return, then gave Flynn a stern look.
I shook my head and walked toward Corrine, wrapping my arm through hers, I pulled her along with me.
“Come on, Cor. You can sit with me,”
I told her.
She seemed to have relaxed as we found our seats at the table. Corrine sat on one side of me, and Brianna sat in front of me right beside her uncle Donovan, and on the other side of her was her mother and Donovan’s sister, Anna.
My father sat at the head of the table with my mother seated beside him. At the opposite end of the long dining room table, sat the Sinclair’s along with my brother and his girlfriend. There was an empty seat beside me for Enzo who hadn’t shown up yet and on the other side of Enzo’s seat sat Beta Aiden with his mate, Lucy, and their two small children. She was also expecting another child in a few months which everybody is very excited about.
My mother had some of the packhouse kitchen staff serving the meal that she prepared just as Enzo walked into the dining room. I could tell almost right away from the look he was giving me that something was wrong.
He pulled his eyes from me and went straight to my father, lowering himself to his ear and speaking in a low whisper so only my father could hear.
My mother noticed this as well and was frowning as my father’s body tensed. I swear, I thought I saw the color drain from his face.
My father looked up at Enzo who also wore a serious expression, and then my father nodded to him.
“Please, enjoy your meals, everyone. Aiden and Donovan, can I see you for a minute?”
My father said, standing to his feet.
Aiden and Donavan gave one another identical concerned looks before standing to their feet; they knew better than to ask any questions about anything in front of everybody.
“What’s going on?”
My mother asked quickly.
“I’ll let you know when I know more information,”
my father said to her, leaning down to kiss her gently.
“Enzo?”
I asked before I could even stop myself.
I felt everybody’s eyes shifting to me, some in shock, some not so much. Enzo only gave me a warm smile, but I could tell something was bothering him and it gave me an unsettled feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“I’ll be back,”
he assured me gently.
He turned away with my father and the others and they left the dining room. I felt tears prickling the corner of my eyes before I could prevent them from coming. I suddenly felt cold, and a shiver crept up my spine.
“Mom?”
I asked, looking at her equally worried face.
“It’s okay…”
she breathed, and I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or reassuring herself. “Let’s just eat our food.”