Black Magic [editing in progress]

Chapter Eleven.

*Pronunciation of Names: Nissa (knee-suh), Asha (ash-uh), Ravyn (Ray-ven).

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IT WAS STILL QUIET. NO one has said a word since I screamed at the alpha wolf (I still didn't know his name). They all just looked at me shocked, confused, and a bit scared. I wouldn't blame them at all. First they thought that I was a rouge or some other kind of trespasser, then they think that I'm a human, and now they're just finding out that I'm none of those since I'm actually a witch. Shocker there folks.

And you would think since I'm with my friends (who are witches, mind you) that they would classify me in the same group... But no.

Some werewolves were just ignorant; plain and simple.

I was looking at the alpha wolf, expecting him to throw us in the dungeons and gives us scraps like they did in the olden days when Nissa, Asha, and I were just little witches, trying to escape into the big world.

But that's not what the Alpha did.

Instead, he looked at me with an incredulous look in his eyes and I could already feel the judgmental side coming out of the wolf. His eyes were locked in on mine as he stood there in front of me with a few of his pack members behind him. There stances were hesitant and fragile, like they could be knocked down by the wind.

The alpha, though, just looked at me as if waiting for something (I don't know what that 'something' was), but it never came. Then, out of nowhere, he smiled at me and it was genuine (I saw the crinkles by his eyes). He had actually smiled at me. Like, seriously? I scream at you that I'm a witch and you don't run in terror? Or even try to protect your pack?

What kind of alpha does that?

The kind that thinks you're his mate, my conscience whispered.

I cringed at the thought.

The only person that I ever wanted to be with was Lucas. I didn't care that he was a prince; he could've been a servant for all I cared! But alas, I wasn't meant to have him. He was my light in the dark hours, and when I finally realized it, I just couldn't catch the sunlight. No matter how hard I tried, he slipped through my fingers.

An inaudible sigh escapes my lips as I try to breathe calmly again. I didn't want to cry, especially when the last time I had cried was for Lucas. And these werewolves didn't need to see any of that.

When I glanced back at the Alpha of the Night Moon Pack, he looked at me with admire and pride (which was confusing since I haven't said anything to boost his ego). He still had the T-shirt and the sweats that hung low on his tan hips. His hair was still drying from the pelting rain that was still pattering on the windows outside.

"What is your name Alpha?" I asked tiredly, wishing that I was back home in my own bed.

He looked taken aback at my question, but nevertheless, he smiled at me. "My name is Alpha Castor Vanders of the Night Moon Pack." there was pride and strength in his words as he spoke his name and title, like he was consumed by pride and ego.