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.

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; only now every detail was sharp,

remembered her.

him of strength, stealing his will. He had not been able to fight, not even lift a finger, while she slipped away before

had been the one. She

would not give her a chase. Did she despise him that much

had buried for so long—the hate, the anger, the betrayal—all came rushing back. But tangled in that storm were other feelings, feelings

hating her now. When he found her past, he found her childhood.

all her life than face them. Then how the hell would he

around him, but inside, Luca felt only the quiet tearing of his own chest. His paws

him. He knew well what that meant. To use magic against her mate would leave a backlash on

to her after he lost consciousness? Did she escape safely? Or had

to speak, to tell Aeron everything that burned inside him, but when he looked at his brother’s back—strong and unyielding even in his wolf form—he stopped himself. Aeron was already carrying too much. His silence spoke of his own pain, and Luca did

had seen her too, before she slipped away. Aeron had realized the same truth as him—that she was Selene,

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