CHAPTER SIXTEEN
John's POV
I stalk back through the forest. I am furious. I cannot believe my Alpha chose a peasant girl over me. A murderer.
I am too ashamed to return to my pack.
I told them I would kill the girl and bring him back. But I did not. I could not. When I saw my Alpha and saw the love he had for her, I could not kill her.
But now what?
I will have to return to the den eventually.
I have an idea.
I know of a sorceress who lives in these forests. If I can find her cabin, I can get her to put a spell on the girl.
My Alpha will be heartbroken. But at least he will be alive and back with the pack where he belongs.
I am his Beta. I will do what I must to get back my Alpha.
I break through the trees and behold the cabin. A small cabin. It is old and small.
I knock on the door.
It is opened by a wizened old woman. The sorceress.
She is hunched over. Barely standing. She has a dog, a small dog that is her familiar.
They both look up when they see me.