Wolf Of Fire

18* The White Witch

Ola was torn,bruised and beaten as she stood in the court room of the Alpha.

The amount of scars on her body did not seem to phase her anymore as she stood emotionless,staring at the wall as though it had the answers she was searching for.

"I am Ola...Mother of Aira the warrior...I am Ola,slave of the Black Silver pack_ I would not die! I promised my daughter,her name is Aira...I would not die...
I am Ola,slave of the..."

The words came out in rasps as she struggled to breath.
It was a silent prayer. It was a reminder.
She had to remind herself of who she was. She had to remind herself of the promise she had made.

She had to remind herself because the strong dark aura she felt in this courtroom was driving her to insanity.
She had to keep herself from slipping into the darkness
She had to remember who she was and why she was doing this.

The Alpha's presence suddenly filled the room with a choking feeling of power_power which was worse than death.

He walked up to her and raised her bleeding face to meet his eyes,his rough hands running across her bruises in no kind manner.

Her eyes bore deep into his but she did not acknowledge him.
She was not as strong as her daughter but she would do all she could to be a little stronger and show some defiance.

She was never going to win against him but she would never give him the pleasure of seeing her crumble.
The worst possible thing to her was death. She had nothing more to lose.

"Your daughter is very much like you, Ola. She had the same look of defiance on her face. However, I do not believe that you can keep yours up."

She shivered greatly under his voice and he smirked at that.
The devil enjoyed her fear.
He had to remind her...had to remind them about who he was.

"It has been two days and one night since your daughter spat me in the eye."
If it wasn't for his strong grip on her,she could have crumbled to the ground.

"I have big plans for Aira. However for now,I would enjoy watching you crumble as I break you into pieces my dear new mate!!"

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Aira watched the old woman in curiosity and awe as she stirred something in a bowl with so much intricacy, it felt as though she had a secret connection with the thing.

She still felt embarrassed about grabbing the woman's throat like that earlier. And even though the woman had assured her that it was nothing, she could not help but feel guilty.

Dinma had gone to fetch some firewood. The weather had been very cold these days and rainy.

"What are you doing?"
Aira asked softly, trying to check the contents of the bowl even in her lying position.

The old woman smiled widely, making her face squeeze into a beautiful array of wrinkles.
"Why do you not ask the real question, I mean the one on your mind?"

If the girl was shocked,she did not show any signs of it.
Somehow,she knew that this timeless woman had more to her than meet the eyes.

"Who are you?"
She asked again.
The woman poured the blueish liquid into a smaller bowl and gave it to Aira who took it in one big gulp.

It was only after taking it that she realised her mistake.
She could swear that even with the terrible food rations given to the slaves,she had never tasted anything so vile and disgusting.

"What kind of poison is this?"
The woman laughed at the expression of disgust and regret on Aira's face.
"It is not poison. That is the ngeri portion for strength. It was my great grandmother's recipe."