My Beast My Lycan *Wattys2017* [EDITING]

Chapter Twenty Nine

Copyright © Lilliboo_24 2017 South-Africa

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C h a p t e r  T w e n t y  N i n e
M y  B e a s t  M y  L y c a n

"Finally, you took forever." Lillia bumped my hip.

"Yeah sorry." I smiled.

"What did he want?"

"I'll tell you later, lets go." I pulled her towards the pack house.

The witch wasn't young, but she wasn't old either. She was an short African American women with snow White hair, but not of age, she had white eyes and wasn't​ wearing normal clothing. Instead she was wearing rags, but she made it look good. She was attractive in her own way.

She smiled brightly, but not directly at us. She kept looking down at her hands.

"Ah, you're a special one." She looked up at me. She had a strong African accent. "Come young one, sit."

She gestured to a chair infront of her. I did as I was told and she instantly took my hands. "Have you discovered your powers yet?" She looks at my hands.

"Only one." I shortly replied.

"Ah, the water one?" She smiled at me.

"No, ice."

"Ice is water in a frozen form. You have much to learn. You want to know your future?"

"That's why I'm here." I smiled kindly at her.

"Well I'm sorry I can not give you that." She said asif giving it to me would be a sin.

"But that's your speciality isn't it?" I asked confused.

"That it is, but you have no determined future."

"What does that mean?"

"You choose your own future."

I only sighed in return.

"But there is one thing I can tell you. The young male has one, and you are not in it."

My hands began burning, my heart felt like it was beating in my throat. My body was heating up. I felt like someone threw lava down my throat.

"What's​ happening to me?" I ripped my hands from her. I tried to stand up but my body didn't allow it.

"Alex..." I called out in the mind link.

The next thing I remember is blood flowing out from my scar. The scar the demon left.

"Arra, you're bleeding!" Lillia rushed to me and put her hand on my wound. Moments like these you'd wish your only witch friends power wasn't talking to plants.

"I can't b-reath!" I tried yelling.

Darkness. Darkness was all I saw as it covered my mind like a blanket.

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Alexander's POV

I tried calling out to Arrabella but her link was shutted off. I could feel the bond twisting. Something was wrong.

I ran out of my room searching for her smell. I was lead to the packhouse to the room where the witch was.

A group of people were standing around. I pushed everyone aside and found her passed out on the floor with her white shirt stained with blood. The blood wasn't your normal dark red, but it looked more like black.