The Lycans Luna Witch

Chapter 27

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Hades

"Why hasn't she woken up? Did you do it right? You weren't too fazed about her dying before. What if this is something you did to get rid of her?" My eyes are black, and Lillith's gaze darts to the elongated claws on my hand before taking a cautious step backward.

Addie is lying beside me in one of the upstairs bedrooms. She is breathing, but beyond that, she is unmoving and not waking up. The longest any ceremony has taken was forty-eight hours. This was way beyond the time limit, and I was starting to panic. Even though she still had her ring on, protecting her mind from any attacks, who knew what these witches were up to? I trusted them about as much as I trusted Silas.

The witch healer said she was fine, but I only believed it when Dr. Thorne popped in and checked on her. He, too, says she is okay physically but cannot tell when she will be conscious. Merabel sits beside her bed on the other side, her eyes closed as she does whatever Shamans do. We have reached just shy of fifty-four hours with Addie knocked out. Somehow, instead of her body looking worse for wear, as one would expect without nutrients, she looks fantastic. She almost seems to be glowing.

"I have no reason to harm her, and the words I said when she was younger were not spoken frivolously. As leaders, we do what we must do. You should know that. How would I benefit from her dying now?" She takes another step back as my Lycan pushes forward. Just the thought of Addie dying is enough to push me closer to the edge of no return.

"You don't have to explain yourself to him, Lillith," I growl at Braccius' words and step towards him while Maude, out of instinct, pulls him backward. The look he gives her makes her drop her hand abruptly while flinching.

"You two are hiding something from us. I saw the fear that crossed your features when Addie said that name. Astrin. Who is she?" Lillith and Braccius exchange a glance, their fear mounting. Behind them, some of the coven members blanch, telling me that whoever she is, it can't be good.

"She was a bad witch. Used black magic." I wait for Lillith to elaborate, but she doesn't.

"I thought ancestors were supposed to be meeting Addie there. So Astrin is one of her kin?" Another look passes between the two before both nods.

"You sent her in there knowing that she could meet someone dangerous. Do you care so little for your niece?" The anger I was feeling was bubbling up, and I knew that soon it would snap.

"The chances of the two meeting there were slim, and it was probably only a brief encounter." I shake my head at Lilliths ridiculous response.

"What do you mean? I thought this whole process was about transferring and identifying Addie's magic. Why would their encounter be brief?" Lillith laughs, and Braccius smiles, the humor of what I have said lost on me.

"I mean, Astrin was a powerful witch. The most powerful amongst us. If she were to transfer or awaken the magic in someone, it would be in a seasoned witch. One who has practiced the craft. One who can control it. One strong enough to handle it. Addie is not that witch."

This makes me laugh. However, the humor is missing, making it sound more like a snarl.

"You're so fucking clueless. You wouldn't know the true strength or power if it hit you in the face. You think you have it, but it doesn't come close to the woman beside me. Do you even know how strong you have to be to be sold into slavery at the age of ten and survive with any semblance of humanity intact? To be fed on every day, day in and day out. Drained to within an inch of your life. Or beaten. To wonder every fucking day if this will be your last. And when you are finally free, you are still compassionate enough, strong enough, to stand up for another being from another species when you could run. To stay and do the right thing instead of running away like a coward and save your hide. That's real strength. I can imagine which you would pick."