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."

a good person; I kill your kind," I said darkly, hoping it would be scared and run away. But he’s just a normal wolf; how

scrambled to keep up. A minute passed. Then two. He was still there, panting but determined, like a burr I couldn’t shake

chest softened, but I forced it back down. No. I couldn’t let him stay. Attachments were a luxury I couldn’t

illusion around me. My form shimmered, the night swallowing me whole until I was

stumbled to a stop. His nose twitched frantically as he sniffed the air, spinning

tiny head and let

Not the commanding call of a grown wolf, but a thin, wavering sound...broken, uncertain, echoing into the forest like he had

sound clawed at something buried deep in me, something I didn’t want

died out, lowering himself onto the ground. His little tail curled tight around his body as he stared at the empty patch of forest where I’d just been standing,

nails biting

his lonely figure. Get a grip, Selene. How could you show

ears caught the faintest sound—the wolf giving another soft, broken howl into the night, as

whispered, more to myself than

the trees, leaving his cries to

enough that even the faint echoes of the wolf’s

The less I thought about him, the

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

I hated it.

my small house came into view, tucked away where even the nosiest wolf

lips pressed thin.

neither was

I lay down on my bed, staring at the beams of moonlight bleeding in through the windows. Sleep dragged at me,