The Alpha's Witch

Chapter eighteen: the darkness

Chapter eighteen: ~Lina

Waking up I expected some sort of pain only to find none. My brain began to whir with one hundred different reasons as to why I was wrong. Why the mole was who they were. I bit my lip shaking my head. I should have known. Yet I didn't. It was too late now.

Looking around I see I'm in a bedroom. Lying in a bed. Why I'm getting the special treatment this time I have no idea. Whatever the reason I would much rather rot in chains than be treated like some sort of royalty especially by the witches. If I didn't hate them before I despised them now.

It's funny to think that I once even considered being on their side. I felt my body thrum with the magic that was fuelled by the hate I harboured for the witches. I kept it locked inside though. Maybe I could then use it against them. Who knows. Right now I feel capable of anything.

When I first came to my old pack with Alpha Matt I had been told I wasn't to give up. As long as I was part wolf i was capable of doing anything. Of course he lied but I prefer not to dwell on all the negative messages he gave me. Which was a lot.

Looking around I see nothing in particular I could use around the room. The room was by far the most sparsely decorated room in the world. There was a bed....a window and a door. Actually there was something else, on the back of the door there was a black dress (the one in the picture).

As I'm looking around at nothing. Literally, the door opens. In walks a young girl around my age maybe a little older? I don't know last time I guessed an age I offended them really really badly. I'm not wanting to offend any witches...yet. Looks can be deceiving too so I won't underestimate her.

"Good morning." She says. I clench my teeth. You know when people are just overly happy all the time and their voice matches this completely? Like on commercials. She has one of those voices and I tend to want to hurt people who sound that way because 1) it's really annoying 2) it sounds too fake to be real and 3) i'm to bitchy to enjoy other people's complete joy.

"Goodbye." I reply and watch as she frowns. Take that, I think. Yet as soon as the frown appears it disappears to be replaced by that damn smile.

"Aren't you just a bundle of joy." she says before holding her hands together. "I'm Maisy. I was informed to get you dressed and taken downstairs for the ceremony."

"Haha and you can fuck off with that." I snap. I frown inwardly at myself. I was sure I never used to swear...not as much as I have been anyways....totally blame Killian for this. Bored of her attitude and company I hold my hand out and fire the bubbling rage towards her. Her smile is replaced by a smirk and I'm thrown into a wall and held down by a force. I feel my magic fade away too.

"Nice try sweetie, but right now I'm more powerful than you are." she sneers and walks over. "Now let's get you changed."

After being forced into the dress she puts handcuffs onto my wrists. The metal burns and I hiss.

"So you do carry some wolf traits after all." she says. "I was beginning to wonder. It would seem silver has the exact same affect on you as other wolves."

"Killian will come and save me." I growl out.

"Oh we know...and when he does you won't be his little Lina anymore. You'll be the one to kill him. Once he's destroyed then the throne can be ours."

"I will never kill him." I snarl. I can feel my anger but there's no magic behind it. The silver must also be dulling my powers. Maisy leads me down some stairs and into a dark room. It's lit purely by candles. (cue music from top) Figures stand hidden by shadows and I shiver as my sense are overcome with music. The same damn piano.

The room is large and filled with figure all wearing dark robes. Their features unidentifiable. The walls are cracked stone, the floor old worn tiles.In the middle of the room is a pentagram, a candle on either point of the star. I'm pulled into the centre of it and tied to the floor. The silver cuffs burn my wrists sharply before being replaced with rope.

The rope too has silver in, or at least I think so due to the burning their causing. I try and scream but tape is placed over my mouth making it impossible for me to talk. I try and wriggle free, my eyes stinging from tears I'm trying hard to hold in. The rope continues to burn and sear my skin and I feel like I'm having a panic attack.

One woman leans down an evil smirk on her face. She's the only one not in a robe and I glare at her. I ask her why with my eyes and she responds,

"You wouldn't understand sweetie...neither would my idiot of a nephew. It is his fault. All of this is being done because of him."

I glare at Laura for a little while longer daring her to continue with her speech. She doesn't. I try again to wiggle free but she places a hand on my shoulder to stop me. Usually that wouldn't have stopped me if it weren't for the burning pain that erupts all over my body. I feel as if I'm on fire, like lava is trickling through my veins burning me from the inside out.Chanting begins in the background but all I can feel is the burning pain of Laura and whatever she is doing to me.

I remember when I was little I broke my leg. I had been asked to help with sorting something out on the roof. There had been large birds on there too however and as soon as I was up there they began to attack me. I had stumbles backwards terrified of being eaten alive by them and fell right off the roof. I was lucky the roof was of a bungalow, but I still broke my leg. It was a rather unnatural break and the pain was excruciating. No matter how much pain relief I was given I could still feel the pain in my leg.

The pain I felt then and now were not overly different, I mean sure now I felt like I was dying but I did then as well. This however, I knew was far worse. I felt the tears I had been trying to hold back fall and all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and die. The chanting grew in volume but I still couldn't work out what was being said.

I see a flash of silver and then a dagger. A pain erupts just above my left breast. As if someone was carving something into me. Then everything fades to black and all that remains is a voice in my ear.

You are darkness now Melina. It is time to embrace your fate.

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A/N: So congratulations to all those who called Aunt Laura as the mole. She was always going to be the mole, since early on. The next couple of chapters will be Killains POV. This story also won't be lasting much longer. It was never meant to be overly long but I will be writing other stories after this one. Just what I haven't decided yet. I might put the ideas of the ones I'm deciding between up after the epilogue :) Anyways, till next time ;) <3