Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 666 Chapter 666 Desperate Prayer

"Blair, I'm telling you, this is a bad idea," I said, following her reluctantly as she led me down an unknown path along the outskirts, carefully avoiding the main routes where guards patrolled.

"Trust me, Selena, I've done this plenty of times," Blair replied confidently, pushing aside a low-hanging branch. "Back when my father was the alpha, I used to sneak out all the time to escape his dictatorship."

I rolled my eyes. "That was years ago, Blair. The pack's security isn't the same now."

She glanced back at me, realizing I had stopped in my tracks and sat down in the middle of the narrow trail, exasperated.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice softening with concern. "Are you tired? If you need to rest, we can, but we don't have much time if we want to help our mates."

I sighed and got back to my feet. "Blair, I still think this is a terrible idea. If Zander finds out we took this route, he'll be furious."

Her lips curved into a confident smirk. "If he finds out," she said, her tone teasing. "Don't worry. Nothing like that will happen." She spun back around, walking ahead without a hint of doubt. "Now, come on, unless you're too tired to keep up."

I muttered under my breath but followed her anyway. Deep down, I hoped she was right and that this would turn out okay.

But then, without warning, the air grew thick and foul, a nauseating stench filling my lungs. A dark, smoky haze began to creep through the trees, choking the atmosphere with its sinister energy.

Dark magic.

ready!' Arena screamed in my mind,

in the air, their forms cloaked in shadow and

her back as I whispered a spell under my breath. My hands tingled with power as I released the first

prepared. Both witches struck simultaneously, their combined power shattering the protective circle I had hastily cast around Blair and

gleaming, enchanted rope shot out, coiling around us tightly,

energy surging as she tried to break free. 'Give me a few moments, Selena,' she

wasn't

me, her frightened eyes meeting mine as

Leave her alone!" I screamed,

of the witches, the one with dark, matted hair, turned to me with a sinister smirk.

her blood will make

sto

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and my heart pounded at the filth of her confession. My mind raced, the implications of her

them, praying to buy

wolf?" she mocked. “Your friend will die, and then you'll

even in the face of danger, but