The Witch In The Cellar

"Hey! Wake up." Camren doesn't recollect at what point in the night he had drifted to sleep, but the rough voice of the Sentinel startles him awake.

"Hurry up." He barks, the gate creaking open from his harsh push.

Unfortunately Camren can't follow his orders, his bones aches from the uncomfortable position he had slept in last night. Camren takes his sweet time untangling them.

The Sentinel watches him darkly, but he doesn't make a comment, probably having decided there was no need wasting his energy on someone who's fate was already so bleak.

Camren's bones aches and he smells like shit, he can smell himself and if the crinkle of the Sentinel's nose is anything to go by, so can he. Fortunately for Camren and unfortunately for the Sentinel, Camren doesn't have a Wolf, so the smell is more difficult for the Sentinel to bear.

On the bright side though, he feels worse than he looks.

The Sentinel walks swiftly down the dark hallway, he knows Camren is stumbling after him so he doesn't bother to check.

Camren is huffing as he struggles to keep up with his long strides. He shudders slightly from the cold, suddenly he is envious of the Sentinel who is dressed in a black leather shirt that exposes his bulging arm muscles without feeling the cold.

Damn Werewolf genes. Camren curses in his head.

After minutes of silent walk, the Sentinel stops in front of a dingy black door that's barely hanging on it's hinges.

"Go in." He nudges his head towards the door. "You have five minutes to take a shower." Maybe he can't bear Camren's smell anymore, or maybe the Alpha doesn't want Camren showing up looking like crap.

"What clothes am I supposed to change into?" If he's just going to wear his old clothes back, he doesn't see the need for a bath.

"Clothes are inside." Camren fix's him a hard stare before entering the bathroom.

The bathroom is as horrible as he imagined, narrow and barely illuminated by the dull orange glow of the bulb. Someone had used the toilet without flushing and Camren rushes to press his nostrils together, not that it helps with the smell.

Different pictures and colorful words were written on the wall. Someone had even drawn their dick on the wall, deep claw marks scarring the wall.

The words I hope you burn in hell was written on the mirror. Camren doesn't know who wrote it, but he shares their sentiment.

The door can easily be opened by one harsh shove, but Camren pushes the rusty lock in place, all the while eyeing it suspiciously.

A clothes basket us placed close to the mirror and Camren peeks in, it's filled with white shirts and trousers designed with long black stripes. Strangely they are clean and smell of cheap detergent.

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When Camren comes out of the bathroom, he smells like cheap soap, dressed in the baggy clothes from the clothes basket, wet hair stuck to his face and clutching his old clothes awkwardly.

The Sentinel doesn't say a word to him turning swiftly and causing Camren to tumble awkwardly after him.

They walk deeper into the Cellar and Camren can't help but frown. Where are they going?

A few turns later they stop in front of a door that has five Zotals guarding it. One thing Camren knows is that wherever Zotals are the Alpha is there.

What is the Alpha doing here? Camren had always thought he was too noble and royal to step foot in a place like this. A curious suspicion burned in his mind.

The loud sound of the door being opened pulled him out of his thoughts, but it's not for Camren to go in, it's for someone else to go out.

Camren knows it's a Werewolf despite not seeing the face of the unconscious girl who was dragged out by two Zotals. She was alive. Camren could tell from her harsh pants hidden behind her hair that shielded her face, there is something glowing red beneath her shirt.

When someone shoves him towards the door, Camren subconsciously tenses his body and moves backwards, he is shoved in harder and the door is slammed shut behind him.

It's a small and unimpressive room. Camren's eyes zone in on the bed in he middle of the room, before drifting to Alpha Xavier.

As usual the Alpha is all poised and regal, dressed in his usual regalia of all black, his presence feels even more oppressing now that he is standing and Camren comes to the conclusion that he was probably 9ft tall.

"What an odd hair colour." With Alpha Xavier's overbearing presence, it was easy to ignore the woman in front of him, and Camren was startled when he heard a cold voice, tinged with a touch of curiosity.

He looked down. Honey brown eyes tinged with green mascara observed him with such sharpness he feared he was being cut into. Chestnut brown hair stood stubbornly in a mess of curls, dark painted lips curved into a cold smile. Her forest green gown complimented her golden coloured skin and it stuck to her like a second skin, each curve and dip visible to outsiders. A deep maroon necklace gleamed on her neck, right between the valley of her breasts that was barely covered by her dress. Her black heels did little to elevate her height of 5'3ft, yet her aura was no less sharper than an Alphas.

Camren's first thought was human, but he quickly discarded it because it was impossible for Alpha Xavier to mingle with humans and besides there was something about her that seemed odd, a strange smell of spices, herbs and something darker and powerful emitted from her.

"Your hair is such a strange colour, yet I sense no wolf in you. How odd." Her voice was like a sirens call, cold and alluring. She turned and Camren was greeted with a large expanse of bare golden skin that was decorated with strange tattoos.

Something bitter and vile burned in the air and Camren felt a force invade his body. One moment he was standing by the door and the next he was lying on the bed.

The woman turned to a stunned Camren, eyes glowing a deep yellow and a dagger clutched in her palm. A gasp rippled from Camren's throat before he could stop himself.

Witches. Rare, powerful, indifferent and extremely cruel. They lived divided from the other races and had stayed neutral in the war that had raged centuries ago. While Witches looked human, they were anything but. Hybrids: a child born from the mating of a Vampire and a Human. They inherited their Human parent's appearance and the power and cruelty of their Vampire parent.

"Alpha Xavier if you would please." Her eyes were fixed on Camren as she spoke. Alpha Xavier moved towards her, offering her his palm as though he had done this a thousand times already.

She slit into his palm mercilessly , and dark red blood flowed from the wound, strangely the blood did not fall to the fall but solidified and remained still in the air as though frozen.

Camren watched with an horrified gaze, as his hand stretched, offering the Witch his palm without his thought. She slit is palm, the pain drawing a hiss from him.

Like Alpha Xavier's blood, his too solidified and both blood's merged together, a strange purple mist streamed from the Witch's finger and wrapped around the blood.

Camren shook, as he felt his bond with the Alpha and the pack severing, he watched as the golden string that connected them all snapped, the last link with his mother and sisters burning out. He screamed body thrashing, but he could barely move, his hands and feet restrained by magical bindings.

The Witch and Alpha Xavier paid no heed to his thrashing, already indifferent having seen the same reaction in the other Werewolves.

The Witch placed a hand on his chest, something dark filled the air and the room turned cold, her magic hummed like an excited child waiting to be set free.

Low murmurs of chanted spells filled the room as the bitter stench of magic filled the air.

Something rushed into Camren's body, invading and dismantling. Witch magic clashing with his Werewolf genes, forcing him to scream as the magic continued to fill his veins despite not being meant to be there.

Glowing red lines filled Camren's skin as the magic continued to pour into him, carving into his bones, his soul. The pain coursed through him, and he felt as though he was being burnt alive from within.

The magic bore through him, carving into his being , breaking and burning.

With a last pained howl, Camren's body went limp, a blue light shot out from his chest and hit the Witch sending her crashing into the wall of the cell.

"Amelia are you alright?" Alpha Xavier asked after his shock passed. Never had he seen something like that.

Amelia's body rattled with pain, she tired to summon her magic to heal her as she struggled to stand. Something bubbled in her throat and she couldn't stop the blood from leaking from her lips.

Her eyes widened in horror when she couldn't feel her magic. Amelia was familiar with her magic, it ran through her veins since she was a little girl. But now, it was cold, dead. Something akin to a scream ripped out if her throat.

Her magic was gone.