Chapter 121


    Chapter 121


    “Possibly…”


    I mutter, looking at my parents greet someone wearing a ck robe with the hood over their head.


    Another person is with them. Someone who wore a simr robe but this time, in dark red. My father is


    the first to reach out to shake the ck robe’d person’s hand. I knew then that this was the witch. The


    ring of serpent on her middle finger told me so. Every witch had one. Only, the animal on the ring told of


    their ranks.


    Serpents ranked highest.


    Then was the crows.


    Andstly, the tarants.


    “She looks scary.”


    Weston mumbles, biting on his lip as he looks at me. His eyes were wide and unblinking. The apparent


    unease in his stanceing from his nature as a wolf.


    I should feel it too, but I don’t.


    “Aren’t you nervous, Young Alpha?”


    His question was sincere. For someone who seemed oblivious to everything, he had a sharp eye for


    reading atmosphere. Only a handful of people knew of the Locksworth curse. The people the Alpha, my


    father, personally chose. Close friends and high ranking wolves.


    My mother, Chancellor Williams, Beta Creed, Weston, Gam ma Vince and I.


    I’m about to respond but Father interrupts me before I could.


    “Raizel!”


    He bellows. Weston flinches, immediately stepping back as he swallowed. He reacted from my fathers


    dominance but not just that. It took me a second to realize why else. The witch’s head was turned in


    our direction and although her hood was still up, the violet glow of her eyes told us she was staring at


    us.


    I felt… weird.


    Exposed.


    Judged.


    Vulnerable.


    I didn’t like it.


    But regardless, I took careful steps their way. I never wavered under the witch’s probing gaze. I couldn’t


    allow myself to. My father told me Alphas don’t hesitate. They don’t show fear. They don’t bow down to


    another unless for their mate. So I don’t.


    I walk into themon room, noticing the Chancellor standing by the firece. Chancellor Williams


    was a kind man. I think. I don’t really know him much. I’ve only ever seen him converse with my


    parents and Beta Creed. Sometimes Gam ma Vince as well. Understandably Ga mma Vince is always


    busy training the pack so most of the time he wasnt there. Chancellor Williams gives me a smile of


    acknowledgement when our eyes meet. Darting my gaze to the witch and then back to him, I give him


    a small nod before walking to take my ce beside my father.


    “Son, this is Arabeth Maliciana. She’s the Head Witch of the Order.”


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    I look at the ck robed figure my father was motioning to and slowly nodded. I didn’t say anything. I


    didn’t know what to say under these circumstances. This was the first time I was meeting a witch, the


    Head Witch much less.


    “-And with her is Ivory ck. Her assistant.”


    The red robed figure stepped up, bowing slightly in my direction.


    “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Young Alpha.”


    I look


    up at father to find him staring right back at me. His expression was encouraging but I still feel uneasy.


    “…The pleasure is mine.”


    Slim fingers reach out toward me to which I cautiously bring out my own hand. Her cold, nimble fingers


    wrap around mine and I find myself being overwhelmed with emotion.


    Darkness.


    Hot.


    Foggy.


    Burn.


    Suffocating.


    mes.


    Ivory pulled her hand back, gasping out as her hood fell from her head. Sharp orange eyes peer at me.


    She looked nothing like what I expected. Her skin was pale blue, markings of all sorts that I couldn’t


    comprehend or make out running down her neck like tattoos. Some marks were rigged; tough and


    perturbing on her skin. Thick, vibrant green hair tied into a loose braid behind her back. Wrinkles under


    her eyes with dreary effects.


    “H-He’s special.”


    I barely manage to catch onto those two words. Though, from the face she made, the context of which


    ‘special’ was used was nothing to feel happy about. The utter devastation in her eyes as she


    by my belief.


    frantically looked between me and my parents was enough to stand e


    “What did you see, Ivory?”


    Arabeth’s tone broke my train of thought. Although I was beginning to feel the panic settling in my


    stomach, my nerves were calmed from the sound of her voice. Her voice wasn’t soothing. It didn’t have


    the soft, feathery touch my mother’s had and it wasn’t quite like my father’s dominant presence.


    It was simply reassuring.


    “I-I don’t know… Just- I think it would be best if we performed the ritual.”


    Ritual?


    No one said a thing. I looked around the room, trying to make out what I can from their faces. All of


    them were silent. Not a peep from anyone. Not something I felt veryfortable with. Original content from N?velDrama.Org.


    But the one thing that was loud and clear was their shared look of pity.


    “I see…”


    It’s my father who breaks the tension. I lift my head to look at him, his dark hair matching mine falling


    over his eyes. His eyebrows pinched together and his jaw is set. He knew I was looking, yet he never


    looked my way. I wondered if I’d done something wrong. Father never makes a face like that


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