For centuries, witches have fallen victim to the cruel tradition of witch-hunting. 
Baila is their only hope at salvation but she destroys all chances the witches have to gain power and freedom by repeating the horrible mistake that started the witch hunt. Hunted and ashamed, Baila dives into more trouble by trespassing into werewolf territory where the ruthless lycan king reigns. 
When she faces him, she realises that stories of his brutality may just be stories and not the truth. Time is running out and thousands of witches are being slaughtered because of her mistake and Baila's plan to use the lycan king to save her people gets complicated when she finds herself falling. 
Will the lycan king catch her? If he does, all hell will break loose and every dying flame and hatred against lycans and werewolves will be kindled.

The Alpha Witch: Moonlit betrayal

“You know Nolan?” Salem questioned as he escorted Baila back to the castle. “How do you know him?” 


Baila froze, her shoulders tensing up but she kept her composure. She could not give anything aware. She did 


not know Salem well enough to know how he would react if he found at the truth about her. But at the same time, he had saved her life and Nolan knew she owed him. 


“Sara, the royal physician is my friend. I’m a dancer from a village near by. I’m out of money and Sara offered to help,” she lied, her cheeks flusing a bright pink colour at the cold air and how easily she lied. 


“Sara. I’ve met many of her dancer friends over the years but never you,” Salem hummed, pushing his hands into his pockets. The ruby red colour of his eyes had dissappeared after a minute of walking and now, what was left were two endless pools of black. 


Chapter Seventeen: The Friend We Searched For