ALTHEA. The metal door creaked, and I inched backward, pressing my back against the rough wall. I watched someone emerge, and it was only when the cloak was taken off her head that I was able to breathe. Clandestine’s face was hideous because of the burn, but it didn’t scare me at all. In fact, she was the only face in this coven that I was so happy to see. “Destiny…” “Shhh,” she said before she closed the metal door behind her. “Did they punish you about the fire?” I had to ask. “No. I cried and told them how you forced me to change clothes with you and that we were both going inside the fire, but I didn’t realize you were gone until I got burned.” I was at a loss for words. “If they thought we were friends, Agatha would not let me be here.” She came closer with a wooden tray in her hand before saying the next words loudly. “I brought you something to eat.” She placed it down and mouthed the words, “Don’t eat it.” “I don’t think I can eat.” “But at least drink this one.” S
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Author's Note: This chapter is from Althea's POV: Read carefully to avoid getting confused, as in some descriptions/narratives, she would still use “I” or “Me” even when she was referring to Alastor, who had duplicated her form/body. --------- ALTHEA. I knew it was possible for demons to take the form of another species, but I thought only powerful demons were capable of that, only for me to remember that Alastor was also a demon royal—a king without a throne after Lucius took his kingdom. I watched as the witches approached him, and it seemed they didn’t realize it wasn’t me standing there. No one noticed me in the corner, but I didn’t want to take any risks. I tried not to make a sound. I dared not even breathe. I had no idea why he took my form, but if I were punished, did it mean he was taking the punishment himself? The witches were rudely talking to him, but he was taking it all in, probably because he knew it wasn’t meant for him. So he just remained quiet, and he wasn
ALTHEA. “Or maybe not,” Medea said as she stepped down the stage, her eyes focusing on my mate until she ended up standing in front of him. Her hand touched his chest before her fingers skimmed his naked skin, only avoiding the azurite stone. “I think I like him.” My eyes burned in jealousy as my chest heaved, not liking where this was heading. How dare Medea touch Blade? I was still in a rage and ready to bolt out of my stone cage, but a loud voice rang in the air, making me halt in my steps. “Don’t touch him! He’s mine!” Destiny’s voice was loud. Too loud. I retracted and stood on my toes again, peeking out the window. She was standing in between Blade and Medea, an arm spread out, pressing against Blade’s chest as she glared at the female before her. Medea scoffed, but she stepped back. “Why would he want a hideous creature like you over me?” “You have no idea what I’m capable of.” She retorted. “You are enchanting him!” “Isn’t that what we are good at?” Destiny answere
ALTHEA. “Help me, anyone! Get Beta Dalton now!” I screamed my loudest. But nothing was happening until the border came into view. No one was outside to man the post, but as if by magic, the door to the small office at the corner swung open, and three warriors rushed out. “Luna Althea!” Someone yelled as they ran to meet me. One of them caught me and kept me from stumbling to the ground. I gripped his arms tightly. I panted through my mouth and tried my best not to cry. “Call Beta Dalton.” “Yes, Luna. He’s already on his way here. Let’s get you to the office so you can sit.” “I need to call someone.” “My phone is inside, and we have a landline too.” I nodded as I let them guide me to the office. I could see they had many questions, but they remained quiet and handed me the landline. “Dial Mystic Pack’s packhouse,” I ordered. The phone rang, and I was grateful that, after one ring, Alpha Stone answered the phone despite being too early in the morning. “Help me…” It was all
BLADE. Rage and I finally found the path that led us to the Parturi Coven. As soon as we saw the landmark that told us we were in one of its borders, I shifted back into my human form and slipped on the shorts that Rage carried in his mouth and checked if I still had Lucius’ coin in my pockets, which fortunately was still there. I also grabbed the necklace and checked. All good. But I regretted not bringing a shirt, as the necklace would certainly draw attention, but I had no choice but to continue my journey without one and hope for the best. I already knew what I was getting myself into when I ran here. I was ready to face anyone just to get to the goal — for Althea to get her mother’s vial and to stop these dark witches from haunting her. But I had to admit, seeing all these witches around me and pretending everything was okay was not an easy task. I showed up, and a witch, who introduced herself as Clandestine, met me. She said she was Anaiah’s friend, and if I were there
ALTHEA.I was running while letting my spirits out in the wild, chanting spells and incantations for them to find Blade and protect him. It felt like forever before I heard a loud growl and Rage’s paws thudding the earth. From the sound of it, they were heading my way. A victorious grin curled on my lips when, in the dark far ahead, a big form emerged until my eyes identified the mist covering the figure. In a place full of dark witches, I knew the white mist was mine, and it was my mate that it was protecting. “Blade!” I ran my fastest as I headed in his direction while keeping my guard up. I could see forces and energy being thrown at Rage. His body would jolt, but he never stopped running, and what amazed me was that no matter how many were thrown his way, they were not able to knock him off. A low growl came out of his throat, and with the way he was shaking his fur, it looked like he wanted to shift back to his human. “No! No! I need you to stay in that form!” I yelled, and
ALTHEA. I did it. This was one of the spells I saw handwritten in the Dark Witches book that I took with me. I had no idea where Mom got this, but it must be where she learned how to erase my memories and my dark witch’s mark. As soon as I realized this was the spell I wanted to use, I started practicing using things before I moved on with plants, sucking the life out of them and gathering their energy in one place. Patrea was so patient with me as I learned this spell. But we both knew there was no guarantee it would work. My eyes roamed around the clearing. There were some that were dead, but I assumed they were killed by them. And those who were still alive were crawling and trying to draw energy from each other. But all of them were too weak without their spirits around them. I felt tired, too, but for some reason, I was still able to stand. I was already expecting I would be one of the first to collapse, and Patrea needed to continue for me, but here I was, still able t