Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Did you catch the witch?

Vaelen’s POV ~

The night I received the news, my heart almost stopped beating.

The messenger from Midnight Pack came rushing in with an excited face, his voice trembling as he spoke. "They’ve caught her. The witch. The one who’s been killing Alphas."

For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. His words struck me like a blade.

Caught her?

Impossible.

How could they have actually caught her?

I sat frozen, my fingers curling into fists, my thoughts scattering like broken glass. The witch who had made the entire werewolf community restless, the witch who dared to demand freedom for her kind, the witch who punished the arrogant Alphas by killing their heirs when they refused her words... they said they had caught her.

Around me, the world did not slow. My court, my guards, the voices of people talking about my brother and the throne—none of it stopped. But inside me, everything went silent.

I had been busy, yes. Busy fighting for the throne, busy watching my younger brother’s every move, busy making sure I did not lose ground in this endless struggle for power. But that did not mean I was blind.

I knew everything that was happening outside the palace. I knew about the witches. I knew about the games the Alphas liked to play with them, breaking them, using them. And I knew about the witch who fought back.

She had made them furious. Furious to the point they could choke on their own blood. Because never before had anyone stood against them like this. Never before had someone turned the game around, hunted them, and demanded their fear in return.

The Alphas wanted her gone. They wanted her crushed, erased, forgotten.

But me?

spilled on the ground. They deserved it. Every single one of them. They had done worse to others, and

was

It was about her.

unlike them, I knew. Unlike them, I had never been

her since that day, but her shadow had never left me. Her name, her rumors, her whispers—they had always reached me,

words "they caught her" reached me...

body moved before my

of my brother. I did not think of the throne. I did not think of consequences or politics or what it would mean if

to the Midnight Pack. Straight

raced not from fear of what the Alphas could do, but from the thought of her. The thought that she

after all the battles she had fought

here, I thought I would come alone.

my father. In truth, I respected him more than my father. His words always carried weight, and his presence had

me, I could not refuse. I would never

he suddenly wish to walk beside me into the world again? But I did not ask. If

quiet—was not quiet at all this time. He asked me countless questions about witches, about the covens, about the rumors, about everything. His tone was

his interest was unusual, I did not

the time we reached the Midnight Pack, I knew something was moving beneath his calm face. But I

Alphas were already gathered in a meeting. I didn’t want to wait. I didn’t

straight to the hall with

then I

Aeron. The bastard.

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