Chapter 15.

Serana POV.

The pain in my chest makes it difficult to breathe. He has just claimed someone else in front of me. How? Who the fuck is she? She, she. Oh my God. That is her, the one that Joel was speaking to.

The witch, Starci.

“Serana, wait.” I run towards the bedroom and grab the bundle and place it in a trash bag and leave the room to head to god only knows where. I need to get away. She will kill me if she finds out who I am.

“Rana, stop.” I stop in my tracks as Wesley grabs my arm and pushes me into a vacant room.

“He has claimed her. She isn’t his mate. She is the witch, the storm that is coming. She is here, and she has just claimed him.” I sob as my chest hurts more as I drop to the floor in a heap. I hyperventilate as my vision tunnels when Wesley lifts me and takes the bag.

“Breathe, Serana. Slow breaths. I need to get you out of here.” He runs from the room as I jiggle about in his hold. Tears leave my eyes. I didn’t fucking survive for sixteen years to be killed by some fuc