The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 56: Chapter 56: Retribution Begins at the Edge

He was so close...so damn close.

But before he could reach them, before he could even stretch out his hand to catch a glimpse of her, he had already transferred in the air to catch her.

But a wall of bodies crashed into him.

He slammed against the ground, his body skidding across the dirt and stopping just inches from the cliff’s edge. Snarling, he tried to rise, to leap after her—but hands gripped him, rough and unrelenting.

Pack warriors.

They pinned him down, holding his limbs, his shoulders, his throat—anything to keep him from throwing himself over the ledge.

"LET ME GO!" he roared, thrashing with every ounce of strength in him. "She’s falling—SHE’S—!"

But they didn’t loosen their grip.

Because they knew.

Anyone who jumped wouldn’t survive.

The others were caught too. Lucian roared like a beast betrayed by the world itself, thrashing against the hands that held him. His claws slashed through flesh, but still they didn’t let him go.

"LET ME GO!" he howled. "SHE’S DOWN THERE—SHE’S—LET ME F*CKING GO!"

But they wouldn’t.

Kael and Luca fought just as fiercely, their voices breaking as they screamed her name, watching the edge like it would answer them. But nothing came.

Just endless silence.

to go. A pit where even light refused to reach. At the bottom—rushing water.

had returned

"She’s gone," someone whispered.

none of the

They couldn’t.

moment, it felt like their

the moon had shattered

just gone. They had failed

mouth as he coughed and screamed into the dirt. Kael stood

smashed his fists into the ground again and again until they bled. And Aeron... Aeron just stared at the cliff, like if he looked hard enough,

if he wished

could bring her back. But the only thing

scent of blood still clung to

forest, once alive with chaos, now lay in eerie stillness—littered with the mangled corpses of rogue werewolves, their bodies twisted and torn, strewn across the earth

It was over.

had arrived in full force, cutting through the chaos with brutal precision. Every rogue that remained had been slain, and the few who still clung to breath

to their knees, heads bowed in defeat, their madness finally

from the blood-soaked bodies, his face streaked with sweat and gore, but his expression

go down there. No one who’s jumped has ever come back. That river—it’s cursed. And worse, it’s not our land. It belongs to the eastern tribes... the ones

Aeron didn’t respond.

of the cliff, his jaw clenched, eyes locked on the abyss like it might still give her back. His shoulders heaved with ragged breaths, but his expression was carved in stone,

Until he finally spoke.

and final. "Take Lucian back to the packhouse. Treat his wounds. Get

said immediately, stepping in front of him. "With all due respect, Alpha, we cannot allow you to

his eyes flashing. "And I’m not

three warriors, snarled from the dirt, blood dripping from his mouth as he thrashed again. "Let me go! I’ll

out. You can barely stand. If you go down there