Page 129 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

For someone so young, she held a lot of hatred. I ignored the insult and ran my hand through my hair.

"If you tell us, I can take you to wherever you're going. To safety." I suggested.

Our eyes met and I took a moment to look at her properly. She was a pretty thing behind the bruises and cuts. Severely malnourished but with about fifteen or twenty kg weight gain, she’d look pretty good.

"And why should I trust the kind who has abused me?" She asked quietly.

I saw the darkness and pain in her eyes. I wonder, what has she been through?

"I’m not asking you to believe me, I just want an answer… If Endora attacks, many innocent people will die."

"You mean werewolves. What’s wrong with that? You are all monsters anyway."

I could smell the fear from her, yet at the same time, she was still saying whatever she wanted.

"Not all of us, I would remind you that the witches have done a lot of harm to us as well… but that won’t get us anywhere. Look, I won’t pretend that I like your kind or pretend that we are going to get on. But we really need to know and what do you think? Once Endora’s done with us, she will let you go?"

I didn’t like the fact I was using that line on her, but we were running out of time.

"She’ll come for you and whatever power you possess…" I looked her over, I could faintly smell that she was a witch, but there was nothing that showed she was strong or full of darkness. Perhaps it was the runes, I had heard about witches suppressing powers by such means…

"Why do you want to stop her?" She asked quietly.

"Because many innocent people will die, family, friends, loved ones… She won’t stop until she gets what she wants, and that is to rule."

She looked at her hands and I saw the number of cuts that covered them. She seriously needed to see a doctor…

"Endora will attack in nine days… On All Hallows Eve. The night when-"

"When darkness is at its strongest. Halloween…" I said, how could we have not seen that…

"But that’s not what she needed… She is looking for the moment the barrier to the underworld is at its weakest…"

She gasped and I looked at her sharply, seeing the runes beginning to glow a deep orange.

"What’s happening, are you-"

"Don’t touch me!" She recoiled from my touch as she began trembling. Her eyes were filled with tears.

"2.39 am. That is the moment she will try to resurrect the dark witches of the past. You need to make sure she doesn’t succeed. That is the moment she will also be at her weakest. She will-"

She whimpered as tears of pain filled her eyes.

"Ok, look, stop." I said.

I knew a spell when I saw one. She was hurting herself, to tell the truth. "It’s fine, I understand-"

"No! She will not attack the pack of the Lycan king." She broke into hacking coughs, whimpering in pain.

I wanted to do something, but there was nothing... Her words hit me and I wondered what she meant.

"She will start her attack where the first witch is buried, the ground near the…"

We heard a loud hiss and she looked up sharply. A Manangal, shit! The rotting putrid smell hit me and I stood up.

‘Ray there are too many!’ Lola’s voice came through the link.

‘Don’t worry about me, protect yourselves. I’ll manage!’

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