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.

"It's a wolf," the dog growls.