Page 89 of Destined to the Lycan
“No, child. Thankyoufor saving many more lives than you realize,” she said in a mysterious tone.
My tongue burned with the urge to pry further as to who she was referring to. However, Remus addressed the Weaver, reminding me of the last important topic I had forgotten to bring up.
“Before we go, I found the Lover’s Blight that was hidden in my mate’s workshop. But we have no clue who was bringing it there, how to find them, or how vulnerable my mate might be to another similar attack,” he said in a concerned voice.
The Weaver smiled and absentmindedly ran her hand over her single long braid.
“You met the would-be assassin outside the Haunted Woods,” she said, matter-of-factly.
“So it was her!” Remus exclaimed, anger seeping into his voice.
“Mmhmm,” Cliona said with a mysterious expression. “She wanted to stop you from saving Amara.”
“But why?” I exclaimed, baffled.
“And where can I find her?” Remus demanded.
“To prevent you from giving me this serum,” the Weaver said to me with a shrug while waving at the ampule in the box. She then turned her attention to my mate. “As for you, you don’t get to find her.”
“WHAT?! But—”
“No, Remus Beltaine!” Cliona said in an imperious tone that made me want to wither in my chair. “Your part in this story is done. The witch is no longer your concern. You had one chance to defeat her in the forest. As it was extremely slim, you made the right choice by leaving. Now, it falls onto another to make her pay for her many crimes.”
“But she threatened my mate!” he exclaimed, outraged. “I will not sit by idle fearing the day she will strike again!
She made a disdainful gesture. “The threat to your mate has passed. Killing Amara before her rebirth would have prevented me from securing this serum. Had Amara’s father survived, the Wheels of Fate would have likely caused him to provide this serum instead. The witch has no quarrel with you or your bloodline, Amara. You were just a casualty in a greater war. Your part is done.”
“So we’ll never see her again?” I asked, shaken and furious at the callousness with which this stranger had destroyed our innocent lives.
Cliona shook her head. “She’s already shifted her focus to another in a vain effort to prevent the inevitable.”
“Just promise me that you won’t let her get away with this,” I said with a hardness that took even me aback.
I had never been the vindictive type. But this woman caused too much harm to simply get away with it and not face the retribution she deserved. The malicious, almost evil expression that settled over the Weaver’s face sent a cold shiver running down my spine. In that instant, I almost felt a sliver of pity for the witch.
Almost…
“Have no fear, child,” the Weaver said in a chilling voice full of the most lethal promises. “She will pay a thousandfold. Even Death will feel sorry for her.”
I swallowed hard, glad that I hadn’t gotten myself on her enemies’ list.
“Thank you, Weaver. Thanks for everything,” I said, rising from my chair.
“Yes, thank you,” Remus echoed.
Her face took on an extremely soft expression that I never thought possible from such an intimidating female. It was almost maternal.
“You may call me Cliona,” she said with a strange expression, leaving me speechless. “Be happy, Amara. Take good care of your mate.”
Something about her troubled me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what. I gave her a smile, slipped my hand into Remus’s, and turned to leave. As the door opened before us, I froze, and turned to look at her, shocked by my sudden realization.
“Your eyes,” I whispered, stunned. “They’re just like his!”
“Like whose?” she asked, her face suddenly closed off.
“Lyall,” I replied, studying her reaction.
Remus recoiled and looked at me with confusion.
