Chapter 64: Chapter 64: Pure-Blooded Witch

Sara looked outside from the car, scanning the shadows for any sign of her. When she finally caught sight of Selene walking towards her, her chest loosened. She let out a breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding.

Her eyes flicked over Selene from head to toe. Not because she doubted her but because instinct demanded it. A cut. A bruise. Something. Anything. But as always, there was nothing. Selene looked exactly as she had when she’d left. Untouched and Untouchable.

Sara couldn’t help the question that flickered in her mind for the thousandth time—how?

After all, werewolves only had one real advantage over the rest of them—brute strength. And witches... witches like them were the weakest when it came to physical strength. That was why they were easy prey. That was why these bastards hunted them like sport.

But Selene... Selene was different. She had never seen a man, wolf, or any other race that could beat her in a fight. Not once.

Is it because she’s pure-blooded? Sara thought. But even as the idea passed her mind, she dismissed it. She had met pure-blooded witches before. None of them had this kind of power. None of them could take down an Alpha with their bare hands and walk away without a scratch.

She’d asked before. Too many times. And every time, Selene’s answer had been the same.

"Life has a way of teaching you the very things you’re weakest in."

closed, final. But it didn’t stop the curiosity from

in without a word, the faint scent of wolf

her voice like steel wrapped

didn’t even look behind her. Didn’t even acknowledge the presence of the Alpha

at an unnatural angle, knees shoved up so high they nearly pressed against his chest. The narrow back seat of the old sedan had him twisted and folded in a way that would have been

she would have tied his worthless body with a rope to the back of the car and dragged him through the mud, over the stones,

the air shifted, and the scent of pine and earth slowly faded into the neutral

paint is a little chipped, the windows are ordinary—just another middle-tier home tucked into

open her door, glancing

said, her tone clipped. "I’ll deal

She didn’t even look at the bastard again. Somewhere deep inside, just the presence of a werewolf made her stomach twist.

rattling inside the car as the Alpha shifted his

threshold, the smell changed—less human, more stone and metal hidden beneath. Because under

place carved deep and far, where they kept

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255