The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Running Through the Woods

The night was dark, and the forest stretched wide and endless, but the sound of paws thundering against the ground filled the silence. Two massive black wolves darted forward at a frightening speed.

Their fur rippled like shadows, their grey eyes burning bright, and they were followed by their loyal warriors. Together they ran in one straight line, cutting through the woods without pause.

The branches snapped under their weight, the wind howled in their ears, and still, Aeron did not slow down. His heart was heavy, his mind sharp. He had not looked back once since leaving the Midnight Pack. He only pushed forward, his paws striking the earth harder and faster, carrying them all further away.

But even in the rush, he noticed something. His brother was silent. Normally, Luca would say something, at least a word or two, but now he ran with his head low, his eyes clouded, and his breath heavy. The silence worried Aeron more than the danger they had left behind.

Through the mind link, Aeron sent his voice, low and steady. "Are you all right to come? I did not even ask you what happened back there. I know I should have, but there was no time. We had to leave that place immediately."

For a moment, there was no answer. The pounding of paws and the rushing wind filled the space between them. Then, finally, Luka’s voice came back through the link.

"I am all right. Nothing happened."

But his voice carried no strength, only the weight of something unsaid. Aeron felt it, but he did not press further. His jaw tightened, his steps grew faster, but he kept his silence. He trusted his brother, and if Luca wanted to hide his pain for now, he would not break him open.

calm words, Luca was drowning in his own thoughts. His mind drifted away from the forest, away from the running, and back into the darkness of his memories. The dream he had seen after losing consciousness haunted him again;

remembered

the power, and the helplessness that crushed him. The way her magic wrapped around his body like invisible chains, stripping him of

She had been the one. She had used magic

him on, so he would not give her a chase.

the anger, the betrayal—all came rushing back. But tangled in that storm were other feelings, feelings he did not want but could not

but he found himself incapable of hating her now. When he found her past, he found her childhood. He knew there must be something that had forced her. He was willing to believe

the point is she despised them so much that she would rather hide all her life than face

felt only the quiet tearing of his own chest. His paws kept moving, carrying

knew well what that meant. To use magic

with worry. What had happened to her after he lost consciousness? Did she escape safely? Or had something worse happened to her? The questions spun inside his head, each

even in his wolf form—he stopped himself. Aeron was already carrying too much. His silence spoke

knew. Aeron had seen her too, before she slipped away. Aeron had realized the same

the same wound, the same sadness, and the same unspoken despair. To bring it up now would only make the weight