The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: The Wolf’s Despair

Selene’s POV~

The wolf did not answer me and instead looked like I was talking to him in a language he couldn’t understand. A sigh escapes my lips, realizing it is really useless to ask him.

It’s better if I go back to my place; staying here is not safe.

"Alright," I muttered, brushing the dirt from my cloak as I stood. "That’s it. I’ve done my good deed for the night. Now go back to your home, where you came from."

But he didn’t move.

Instead, he wobbled to his paws—still shaky, but stubborn—and padded after me as I turned away. His claws clicked softly against the roots and stones, his tiny paws barely making a sound, but I could feel him trailing me like a shadow.

I stopped. Spun around and narrowed my eyes at his clumsy attempt.

He froze instantly, ears perked, tail swishing once before drooping under my glare.

"You’re seriously following me?"

A tiny whine.

I sighed, dragging a hand down my face. "Unbelievable. Do you think I have time to babysit some wolf? I barely have time to keep myself alive."

He tilted his head, tongue peeking out as though mocking me. My jaw clenched.

"Fine. Do what you want. But you won’t find me so amusing when you get caught in one of the traps I left behind."

person; I kill your kind," I said darkly, hoping it would be scared and run

small legs scrambled to keep up. A minute passed. Then two.

but I forced it back down. No. I couldn’t let him stay. Attachments were a luxury I couldn’t afford—not to a wolf, not

paces, I let my cloak drape me entirely, weaving threads of illusion around me. My form shimmered,

wolf blinked and stumbled to a stop. His nose twitched frantically as he sniffed the air,

tiny head and let out

wolf, but a thin, wavering sound...broken, uncertain, echoing into the forest

few paces away. The sound clawed at something buried deep in

body as he stared

fists, nails biting into my

saw his lonely figure. Get a grip, Selene. How could you show attachment to a wolf you only

caught the faintest sound—the wolf

to myself than to him. "Don’t

vanished into the trees, leaving his

enough that even the faint echoes of the

thought about

I felt the pull like an invisible thread tied me to that ridiculous little creature. My chest was still tender, though the searing pain from earlier

I hated it.

edge of the woods and wandered into human society, my small house came into view, tucked away where even the nosiest wolf couldn’t sniff it out. I dropped my cloak over the chair, fingers brushing absentmindedly at my chest. The ache was

thin. That

was

staring at the beams of moonlight bleeding in through