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The air thickened the closer we got to the coven, humming with energy that made my skin prickle.
Zane stayed close to me, his hand brushing mine ever so often to reassure me.
I didn’t say anything.
My head was spinning with the same thought, over and over: Selene couldn’t keep walking around in my Mom’s skin, playing house like nothing was wrong.
The house we stopped at looked ordinary. Too ordinary, actually. Just a small stone cottage with ivy clinging to the walls and smoke curling from the chimney.
But the second Sapphire pushed the door open, the air shifted. Warmth spilled out, carrying scents of herbs, wax, and something sharp I couldn’t place. My stomach knotted tighter.
Inside, six women sat in a circle around a low table. They all lifted their heads at once when we entered. Their eyes-so many different shades, from pale grey to deep brown-seemed to look sel right through me, like they could hear eve thought I had.
“This is her,” Sapphire said simply, guiding me forward. “And her mate.”
Zane gave a stiff nod.
I swallowed and forced myself to stand straighter, though my palms felt sweaty.
It was hot in here. I didn’t know how they breathed.
One of the witches, tall with silver hair braided down her back, leaned forward. “You’ve come because of the Moon Goddess.”
“Yes,” I said, my voice low but steady.
“What do you expect from us?” another one asked, her expression making it clear that she hated werewolves. Or me. Probably both.
“She can’t be defeated in combat,” I explained. “So I came here. She’s dangerous. She’s unstable. She doesn’t belong here, not among humans. If she’s allowed to have her way, she’s going to destroy families.”
The witches glanced at each other, the air almost crackling with the silence.
Then another one spoke, her voice sharp but not unkind. “You’re sel right. To fight Selene head on would be toe. Even the strongest wolf would fall to her.”
Zane’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing.
I lifted my chin. “Then tell me what to do. There has to be another way.”
The silver-haired witch tilted her head, studying me with a kind of sadness. “Your birth father,” she said finally. “He may be the only one who can reach her. She listens to no one else. Not even us.”
My stomach twisted.
My birth father.
The one person I had no face for, no voice, nothing but the emptiness of not knowing.
The man I knew had broken her heart.
“You think he can stop her?” I asked, barely above a whisper. “Isn’t he the reason she’s gone mad?”
“Not stop,” another witch corrected gently. “Reach. She cannot be destroyed by force. But perhaps… guided. Anchored. Love and memory are the only things stronger than her madness. And who could do it better than the man who caused it?”
I didn’t know what to say.
My throat felt crammed up, hands trembling at my sides.
I wanted answers, a plan, something solid. Instead, I’d been handed another empty lead.
Sapphire touched my shoulder lightly. “At least now we know where to look.”
I nodded slowly, even though my heart was hammering. My birth father. The last card I hadn’t known I might have to play.
I hated the way the house felt when we walked in. The Hounds were all there, waiting like they had been pacing holes into the floorboards.
Ajax stood by the window, Warner had his arms crossed, Sheila and Aaron shared a look that made my chest tighten.
Sapphire closed the door behind us, brushing past me as if she hadn’t just dragged me and Zane into the middle of another impossible plan. My heart still racing from the coven’s words.
Warner’s eyes narrowed. “Well? What happened?”
“They said Selene can’t be beaten in a fight,” I explained. “Not by me. Not by anyone. Like we already knew.”
Aaron frowned. “So what now? What do we do?”
“The witches said Lia’s birth father might be the only one who can reach Selene,” Sapphire said. “He caused her to unravel, so he might be the one who can put her together again.”
The word father burned like acid in my chest.
My hands clenched.
“Yeah,” I said, my tone bitter. “Apparently, the answer to my problems is the man who abandoned me and never tried to find me again. And then went on to cheat on my mother, a powerful goddess, and drove her insane. That’s the guy we’re gonna rely on.”
The room went quiet, the Hounds exchanging glances.
Zane stepped closer to me, his voice and eyes gentle. “Lia, listen to me. I know you don’t want this. I know you hate even thinking about him. But right now, we don’t have a choice, do we? If he’s the only one who can reach her… we have to try. Your Mom’s life hangs in the balance. And so does your Dad’s. We can’t waste time.”
I swallowed hard, then released a heavy breath. “And what if he doesn’t care? What if he’s too afraid and refuses to help? What then?”
“Then we’ll find another way,” Zane replied, shrugging. “But I think this is worth a shot. Often, the only person you wanna be comforted by is the one who hurt you. Selene might be going through the same. She just doesn’t know it.”
My shoulders sagged.
Too many people had already died. If this was the only lead, it was worth a try.
“You’re right,” I said quietly. “We’ll do it. I’ll do it. But I have no idea where to find him. For all we know, he might be on the other side of the world by now. How will we find him without any of his belongings?”
Sapphire stepped forward then, already pulling something from her satchel. Old maps, worn paper. “The coven already helped me track him down,” she said. “You’re his blood. That’s all they needed. Your father’s not far. He’s in a small town on the edge of the valley.”
“Great,” Zane grumbled, exchanging a glance with Aaron.
“What?” I frowned.
“That’s Blake’s town,” Zane replied, rolling his eyes.
I held back a groan. “Perfect. So now we have to ask him for another favour.”
“I hate that guy,” Aaron hissed.
“All of us do,” I said. “But I guess we have to do what we have to do. Zane. all him.”
-ZANE’S POV-
There was a long silence, broken only by the background noise of Blake’s pack house.
Then his voice finally came through, rough and tired, like he hadn’t slept in days.
“You’re asking me to shelter the Hounds,” he said quietly. “And you. And Lia. I don’t know if this is a good idea, Zane.”
My jaw tightened.
I hated the way he said her name. If it were up to me, I’d yank his tongue out before he could.
But that wasn’t an option anymore.
“You owe her,” I said flatly. “And you know it.”
There was another pause.
“You think I forgot?” he asked then. “I know I made mistakes. But I stood with your pack against the Order, didn’t I? I bled for them.”
“You bled for your new mate, not us.”
“I tried to help, Zane. And I tried to help later, when I informed you guys about the Order dying. I am not the villain in your story anymore.”
“So then help us,” I said. “House us for a bit.”
Blake sighed. “Alright. If you’re coming here, then you’ll be safe. All of you. My pack house has the space. I’ll even help you find him-her father. I know the town better than anyone.”
“Great then,” I said. “We’ll be there by nightfall.”
When I hung up, I found her watching me.
Lia was curled on the sofa, her knees pulled to her chest.
The look in her eyes told me that there were a thousand worries running through her head, and honestly, I didn’t blame her.
She’d been through way too much in the last year.