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he stated flatly.
“Even if that dagger might be the only way to prove I’m actually innocent?”
I asked, a thought popping into my head, which might just be the way to my freedom. Morgan creased his brows, confusedly.
“And how is that?”
He questioned.
“Valerie,”
I mentioned, and Morgan’s scowl disappeared, but it appeared as quickly as it was gone.
“Even still,”
He begun, “Going into their territory will be suicide. It could even start another war.”
He uttered.
My heart jammed strangely at the thought of both packs at war. But what did he mean by another war? Has there been a war between both packs?
The door was pushed open, and Allen stalked in with Ria. He scanned everyone in the room, as our gazes fell on him. “You are not allowed to receive anything but…
“There’s something here for you,”
Ria completed, stepping closer to me. Her hands revealed my dagger, which was covered by a blue cloth smeared with the blood of the masked warrior. “How?”
She spoke before I could finish. “It was sent to the pack, for you,”
Quickly, Morgan reached for it. His eyes scanned the dried blood that smeared the hilt and sharp blade.
Something sparked in his eyes as he met mine. “This might just work.”
Releasing a breath of relief, I sprawled my hands around him.
Now we just have to meet the only witch who could help us.
Valerie
Naomi’s point of view
I was walking the familiar, yet unusual, path to Valarie’s very own spell room. I stopped in front of the odd-looking door without any doorknob or means to pull it open. I held my hand up in the air to knock at it when it pulled open with force. And standing a few inches away from me was Valarie. Her dark purple eyes fell on me, her lips twitching into a small smile as if she was expecting me. “Come in, I was told you are in need of my help,”
she said, a little warmer than I had expected since our last meeting when she kept staring at me strangely.
I followed Valerie in, glancing at the large room. She was alone, as usual. “Yes, I am in need of your help, and right now, you are the only one that can help me.”
She halted beside the large circular table, making me stop in my tracks as well.
Today, she wasn’t wearing her usual black cloak; instead, she had a purple dress that complimented her eyes just fine. “Alright, what is it?”
She asked, watching me closely.
I pulled up the blue cloth and dropped it on the wooden table to show her the dagger covered in dried crimson blood.
“What do we have here?”
Her eyes inspected the object, and with a flip of her hand, the dagger was levitating in the air.
“It belonged to the real culprit who tried to kill Killian and that woman,”I deduced from the way she looked at me. Her gaze didn’t have the usual doubt that always flashes through everyone’s eyes whenever I tell them what they seem to regard as the false truth. Her eyes urged me to continue. “I managed to stab him, though it wasn’t a deep injury, but this blood belongs to him. I do not know if there’s somehow a way we can get the real culprit with this. I queried, not caring to hide the desperation in my voice. I blinked hopefully at her, holding my breath while awaiting a positive answer from her. This was my last resort, and it had better work. For my sake and my future.
For a long dreadful second, Valarie was silent, regarding me carefully, then her brilliant purple gaze fellon the dagger in the air.
She c****d her head sideways, then a sharp smile appeared on her lips. “There’s always a way with magic,”
Her words sent a new life into my veins. I gushed out into the air. I didn’t even realize I was imprisoned in my lungs.
“So that’s a yes?”
I asked her again, just to be sure.
She nodded. “It’s going to work, and we are going to find the real culprit.”
My heart swelled in euphoria at her words. “Thank you so much,”
I told her, and she only sent out a small smile, roving to the end of the table where a cluster of objects stood. Her delicate slender fingers ran through each of them, clutching a small liquid bottle, an empty wooden bowl, and a small wooden bowl that contained dried-up plants.
I watched her closely. Something about everything she was doing was fascinating. She brought the things to the circle table, and with another flip of her finger, the dagger in the air I moved to her side, dangling on an invisible rope in the air. Valerie pulled open the bottle and began pouring the liquid content onto the dried blood on the dagger, her lips moving coherently in a whisper. She kept this on for a while, pouring a drop of the liquid on the dagger while releasing subtle chants.
After a while, she stopped, dropping the bottle while the dagger was still in the air, and beneath it was the empty wooden bowl.
She shifted her gaze to me. “You don’t look good.”
Her voice sounded soft. I pulled my hands up, hugging my arms.
It didn’t really surprise me that she noticed. I feel like I’m a complete wreck of a mess. Aside from the fact that I was on the verge of being executed for a crime I didn’t commit, I also had a lot going through my mind. And the constant headaches were not helping my messed-up state. It was driving me insane.
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I guess all of this is just really getting to me,”
I said, not the complete truth, but it wasn’t exactly a lie either.
Her purple eyes watched me, not in the creepiest way though; I could actually see the concern embedded in her eyes.
“Is that really all?”
She asked, somewhat expecting me to say more.
I nodded, keeping my lips sealed.
She looked like she was about to say something, but the sizzling from the dagger drew our attention to it.
There was a red glow on the dagger hilt, spreading down to the blade, and the dried-up blood that smeared the dagger began to turn back to fluid, dropping slothfully on the wooden bowl under it.
She smiled. “And now, we can find the i***t who tried to kill the Alpha and that woman.”
At her words, I couldn’t help but smile.
Killian’s point of view
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