Page 89 of Craved By a Wolf

Chapter 26

MacKinnon internally howled in rage as Hella walked out of the door, his body refusing to obey his commands to intercept and stop her. He continued to stare at the witch, Godiva, fury mounting inside him as his wolf side continued to howl and savagely attack his mortal form, desperate to go after Hella.

Godiva sauntered towards him, sighed and leisurely dusted plaster from his shoulders, her touch revolting him. He wanted to growl at her, but his damned lips wouldn’t move and his voice wouldn’t work. All he could do was glare.

“That wasn’t very nice of her, was it?” she said, her voice light, with no trace of the guilt she deserved to be feeling in it. She had just ruined everything.

Had that been her plan all along?

Bringing Hella to her had never been the way to break his curse. This was what the witch had really wanted. She had wanted to hurt Hella in the way she had been hurt. In the end, she had hurt both Hella and him. She had destroyed everything.

His wolf howled, but not in rage this time. It bayed, the sound mournful as it called for Hella, as he ached to have his wee witch back in his arms and make her see the truth.

He had come here to fight the witch and make her release him from the curse in exchange for not killing her, and if she had refused, he had intended to take her life and hope it would shatter the spell on him.

Only the moment he had confronted her, she had cast another spell on him, one that had stolen control of his body and turned him into her puppet.

And he realised now it was because she had known Hella was coming.

Godiva had wanted her to witness him apparently enthralled with her, unable to take his eyes off her, and he was going to kill the witch for how deeply she had hurt Hella with that trick.

But first, he needed to escape this spell somehow.

He needed to go after Hella.

Godiva paled and pressed a hand to her head, and for a moment he thought she would pass out, but then she rallied, pretending she was only brushing dirt from her forehead.

What was wrong with her? She wasn’t well, he could tell that much. She looked different to before, as if the curse had been ravaging her strength too, wearing her down. The moment he had seen her, he had noticed she was thinner and her eyes were no longer as bright.

Or maybe it wasn’t the curse that had done this to her.

He thought about what Abigail had said about dark magic—that it often demanded a high price from the caster.

Was it possible Godiva really had used a spell to discover who Hella’s fated mate was so she could send them after her?

If she had, then Hella was his fated one and he had just lost her.

“You look… upset.” Godiva ran her black painted fingertips over his cheeks, gently angling his head towards her. “I could kiss it better.”

He bared fangs at her.

A start.

“I take that as a no.” Godiva twisted away from him and moved beyond his reach, giving him the impression she knew her hold over him was waning. She thought such a paltry distance would stop him from removing her head. She was mistaken. She smiled over her shoulder at him. “I suppose you did hold up your end of the deal.”

He tried to speak and managed to move his lips.

Kin pushed words out of them. “Never… had… deal. Cursed. Break.”

It would do.

Godiva clearly got the message because she pulled a face. “Only if you vow not to kill me.”

He glared at her. He wanted to rip her apart with his fangs, but he managed to force a nod. He would track her down and kill her later, after he had found Hella and made her see the truth—that he loved her and had only come here to make the witch lift his curse, but she had manipulated him.

Although part of him was sure that once Hella gave him a chance to explain himself that she would be the one coming to kill the witch.

He hoped.

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