The Alpha's Bloodline [Completed ]

Chapter 21. Beastly Witch

■ Carla's POV ■

"We have company!"

The moment I heard those words, my heart lurched to my throat as if knowing in advance that the 'company' wasn't welcomed.

I turn to look behind past the glass of the car and sure enough, we do have company. Of the witches. Oh, they have horns too. How wonderful.

"Witches." I said, gazing outside the glass panel as a witch lunged at Anthony and tackled him to the ground.

Oh no. He's in trouble.

"Ducking witches. No offense to the good ones." Kaitlyn's voice mocked.

"Anthony and I'll take care of the witches. Kate, don't get out of the car." Valerian gave her a hard look and she narrowed her eyes at him as if in silent challenge but didn't deny him either.

"You too, Miss Rodriguez." He addressed me and I gave him a curt nod.

The moment Valerian was out of the car after securing the locks, Kate rummaged under her seat.

"What are you. . . ."

I gape at her openly as she grabs two sharp daggers from below the seat and grips it firmly in her palms.

Kaitlyn then turns to look at me, "Just because he said we can't do something, are we gonna listen? Last I heard, we're not meant to follow rules." With a wink my way, she saunters over to open the door and gets out in one ruggishly elegant move.

I stare at the now empty seat which was occupied by her just seconds ago with my mouth hanging agape. Damn girl.

But if Kate had gone to help, I should too, right?

And I had intending to do just that. But before I could even pull the handle to get out of the car, the door opens on its own record.

A witch peers down at me with her white soulless eyes as an ebony, almost clay-like hand stretches forward to hold my arm in a vice like grip. She licks her lips with a snakey black tongue lolling out of her mouth and pulls me out with one strong and forceful tug.

I try to yank her hand off mine but my efforts just go in vain. The witch is too strong for her own good. And for some unfathomable reason, I can't seem to bring a single voice out of my mouth.

Must be the magic.

I realise bitterly as she pulls me towards the dense forest while Anthony and the others are busy fighting the other witches.

I struggle against her hold fiercely with all my might but the woman doesn't so much as move an inch. She keeps dragging me along with her as if I'm some rag doll she could carry around.

When I feel exhausted fighting the witch, I let my arms fall to my sides in resolute. I can't fight her. She's way too strong.

As my hands settle at my sides, I feel the hardness of the small pouch in my pockets.

Then it rings me.

Pixie dust.

When we were back in Valerian's house, Kate had handed us all each a sack of the beautiful tiny creature's dust. She mentioned that it makes all types of ancient rogues hypnotized for ten minutes if the powder goes to their eyes. It was for emergency situation purpose. And this is an emergency.

Testing whether I can speak now---which I can, thankfully---I slowly grab the pouch from my jeans pocket while the witch is busy walking like a robot, dragging me along with her.