The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Chapter 53

Chapter 53 Fifty-Three

Sheila's point of view

Oh, my goddess!

My eyes fell back on the mark on Valerie's wrist.

Why did she have that?

Why did the women in my dreams have that?

"Sheila?" I felt warm, soothing hands on my shoulder. I glanced up to find Valerie next to me, her wide eyes on me now holding concern. "Are you alright?" She asked.

I nodded, even though I was very much not alright. My heart was racing hard right now, and I couldn't slow it down. Valerie was standing right in front of me, but it was as if my surroundings had somehow changed and I was in the middle of fights and deaths from my dream. My breathing became too hard, and before I knew it, I was already choking on my breath.

I could feel Valerie's panic right next to me. Her hand left my shoulder and found its way to my face. She held me tightly, making me stare into her deep purple eyes.

"Breathe, Sheila." Her words sounded normal, but I could feel the magic in them as I began to calm down; my breathing became normal, and my body's vibrations stopped. I looked around, and the horrid scenes from my dream were no more.

I sighed, getting myself back.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yes, I am."

Valerie didn't seem convinced; her concerned stare was still fixed on me.

"I am." I sounded more convincing this time.

She nodded, moving back to her previous spot. I watched her closely, my eyes constantly falling on the mark on her wrist. My mind was buzzing with so many questions that were now choking my throat.

"That mark on your wrist," It surprised me when I heard my voice echoing within the room. Valerie pulled her head up, her eyes curious to know what I had to say. "What does it mean?"

Valerie was surprised. Her purple eyes followed my trail to her wrist. "It symbolizes our very existence as witches. It's our identity, it reminds us of our purpose and origin."

"That means there are many who have that mark?" I rushed in haste. My sudden curiosity surprised her even more, but whatever she was thinking, she hid it well.

Valerie studied me briefly. She counted her words. "There was."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked quickly again, hating the fact that I couldn't keep myself calm.

"Because many of us died," she said, looking back at her wrist. "A long time ago." She added, finding my gaze again.

"What happened?" I asked.

"A tragedy, wiping off so many of my sisters." Valerie placed both her hands on the table. How she spoke told me she also had nightmares haunting her every awakening.

I wish I could let her have the moment, but I had so many questions eager to be heard.

"Sisters? Does that mean every one of the witches bearing that mark belongs to a coven? " My lips moved sharply.

"Not a coven. We were more than that. We were the crystal witches of the ancient fortress. " Valerie paused, looking at me again as if expecting some kind of reaction.

"Does it ring a bell?" She asked more curiously, studying me further.

My brows were crippled at her question. What exactly was supposed to ring a bell? The Crystal Witches of the Fortress?

I shook my head nonetheless at her questions. "No."

She sighed as if expecting a different answer from me.

"We were the witches of the ancient fortress, the very place that birthed the purest kind of magic. We had responsibilities to both the human world and the supernatural world and that is to ensure its safety," She said.

"Then what happened?"

She looked at me, unsure if she should proceed with her next words. "We were attacked and murdered. Many of our sisters lost their lives; while many fled."

Everything she said only confused me more. It only explained to me who the witches in my dream were, but I had no answer to any other question.

"Sheila," Valerie's soft call drew my attention back to her. "Why the sudden interest in the Crystal witches and this mark?" She asked, "Have you perhaps seen it before, somewhere else?" Her eyes were unblinking, awaiting my next words as if they mattered.

My eyes fell back on her wrist. A part of myself just wanted to be honest, while a greater part insisted I sort through my dreams first.

I chose to go with the former. I sighed, deciding to come clean. My lips parted to speak when we heard a knock on the door.

Valerie's eyes moved to the door, and then back to me. She sent her hand to the door, muttering a few words, and then the door was pushed open.

"Sheila" Ria motioned in, lowering her head to both Valerie and me. "It's time."

"Time for what?" I asked her.

"Tonight's bonfire," Ria said, hoping to jog my memory.

My eyes widened. I completely forgot about it. "Is it twilight already?" I asked, and Ria nodded. Bloody hell!

I was so completely lost in my hunt for answers that I lost track of time here. I turned to Valerie.

"I apologize, but I have to leave now," I told her.

She nodded, understandingly.

I left the spell room with Ria.

"What happened? You look terrible," Ria commented on the dark circles around my eyes.

I nodded in agreement with her words. "I couldn't get enough sleep."

Her worried eyes went over me; "I will meet the pack's physician for some medicine."

I smiled at her sweetness, knowing deep down that not even medicine could help me right now.
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