The Alpha's Bloodline [Completed ]

Chapter 22. Lion's Den

■Anthony's POV■

I don't know whether I can refrain my mouth from hanging agape at the scene before me.

Kate. My twin who looks so petite and harmless is actually a killing machine.

Her movements are so agile and smooth as she slices the dagger through the witche's throat in one fluid move. It's like she's slicing meat and not slaughtering witches like a beast.

I knew. Knew that she was an assassin. But damn. Now I could very well see it with my own eyes. Those aren't ordinary skills. And she also has some crazy elemental lycan power which I don't know yet. I can't imagine how lethal she can be with it when she's already lethal enough without it.

Valerian on the other hand was the sort of killer who had effective result but no one could figure out what he does or how he kills his prey. All I can see is the
gruesome torture clearly written on the witches faces and their desperate screams and pleas to make whatever he's doing stop.

As soon as the chaos broke out, Marilla was instructed to take the kids away. She wanted to fight but the prince and princess' life certainly mattered more to them. So with a forlorn face, she took them away. And even promised to drop Cami back in the Rodriguez's royal castle. But not before telling that she'd be back in a jiffy or something like that.

While they all fought in their own ways, I tried my best to focus and not go check up on Carla. She's alone in the car. . . .

The sudden pain in my abdomen jolts me out of my reverie as fresh crimson flows down my abdomen. Blood.

Glancing down at the wound, I find a harsh black dagger stuck in my side. The witch in front of me smirks deliriously.

'That's what you get for being distracted during a fight.' My wolf juts in and I shut him out 'cause yet again, he's right.

"Lost in thoughts, dear wolfy. This is not a play of golfy. When you fight, you pay your mind. Not your heart." She sings in her screechy voice as if she's reciting a poem.

Sadly, she sucks at poetry. And that doesn't even makes sense.

"Martha, dear. While you might enjoy hearing poetry, you shouldn't try to make one of your own." I say.

The witch listens to each of my word carefully as if her name actually is Martha.

"Why?" She asks quizzically, her attention wavering from the fight. Her horns suddenly seem bigger and her eyes wilder. She's mad.

Looks like Martha really loves poetry.

Hissing at the pain, I remove the dagger stuck in my side.

"Because you suck at poetry. And at fighting too." In one whisp movement, I glide it across Martha's throat.

With a shriek, she falls to the ground, her black blood flowing around her in puddles.

I take a quick glance around and find that almost all the witches are dead.

Valerian ends the last witch with a flick of his finger which sends the witch screaming as she falls to the ground—dead.

How does he even do that?!

"What a nightmarish scene! Good thing the kids are gone." Kate hisses looking around at the bunch of bodies lying on the empty road.

Does no one use this road?

"Do we leave the bodies here?" I ask idiotically.

"I'll take care of it, bro. Don't worry."

And then, as if she knows magic, Kate flicks her wrist and a huge whip of wind brushes past us sending the witche's bodies scrambling out of the road and into the forest grounds.