CHAPTER 245: A WEIRD WITCH

Witch. Drugs. Blood. Pain. fear. And something ancient. There was also the hint of something flowery that smelled like shit. Something that he had smelled on the woman next to Dominic, but he would care about that later on. At that very moment, there was only one thing that he could care about, and that was Inez. Just as —

Red-hot fury slammed into his system the second he realised what went down behind his back. He turned around to look. He caught sight of two witches. One with her face covered and bleeding profusely while clutching her right arm that seemed to be rotting, and in front of her stood another witch.

This one had her face uncovered. Her cotton candy hair was fluttering in the sea breeze, and she looked quite at ease, as if she hadn’t taken a witch down but instead took a pup to the park. Killian’s beast lunged to the surface. It was furious that someone had attacked Inez and wanted nothing less than to skin this witch alive, but Killian held him back.

He knew that they couldn’t attack this witch. She had saved Inez’s life, and as much as he and his beast hated the fact that they had now been reduced to useless mutts who had to rely on a witch to save their mate, he was not ungrateful enough to kill someone who had chosen to ally themselves to his pack or Inez.

As long as this witch meant no harm to Inez, she could stay alive.

He hopped down from the balcony, landing skilfully on his feet before heading over to where the two witches were. His eyes fell on Inez, who was unconscious, but her breathing was even.

Drugged. That pathetic witch drugged her,

his beast growled in his head. He was not at all happy about the current situation. Neither was Killian, but he still kept his composure or what remained of it.

"Who are you?" he asked the witch with a hint of a frown on his face.

He had never seen the woman in front of him. Had never dealt with her, but she did seem to know him, because the second she turned around, the witch did a little thing with her eyes where she looked up and down at him before clicking her tongue.

"It seems like you lycans have gone softer," the witch remarked with a sneer. "Your woman was attacked, a witch – an evil one trespassed on your land, and you care about who I am? Boy, that should be the last bit of your concern."

Killian frowned. The way the woman spoke—it was as if she was way too older than him, but the way she looked, she was clearly younger than him.

You can never tell anything when it comes to witches; they can look like they are ten and be a thousand years old. I hate when they do this, his beast growled in his head.

Killian agreed with his beast. He had no idea why the witches were so hung up on looking young, but there hadn’t been one witch who looked her age.

Maybe it had something to do with them being hunched back? I have seen a few in that cartoon the kids watch in the pack,

chuckled his beast.

Ignoring that comment, Killian walked over to the tree where Inez was lying. He picked her up and then turned to look at Miss Cotton Candy. "I hope you are not thinking of running away."

"I am not. I was going to keep pretending that this had nothing to do with me, but I can’t. Not anymore," Miss Cotton Candy said to him. Her tone was cryptic, and she was frowning while looking at the watch that she was wearing on her wrist. It kept ringing, while the owl-shaped earrings on her ears kept glowing. At least their eyes were glowing.

The witch looked weirder than that dancing inflatable doll at the petrol pump. One that looked like a gigantic d*ck with the awful shape and purple colour. And yet he was still standing there talking to her like that was the sanest thing he could do.

He turned to look at the witch in the hood and said to the woman, "Can you take care of her...err..."

"Tracy." The witch introduced herself with a smile before handing out her business card to him. "Here you go."

Killian took the card from her. He looked down at the name on it and frowned when he realised that it was actually the name of a rather famous and familiar boutique. The entire scenario was so jumbled up that he nearly lost all ability to get angry. Why were these witches here? How did they even get past the sigils that Third Eye had drawn on his lands?

None of them mattered at that moment. He blinked his eyes and raised his head to look at the woman in front of him before questioning, "You are a seamstress?"

Tracy simply smiled. "Well, the inflation is quite bad."

**

"When you said that there had been trouble, I never thought that you were speaking of such major trouble." Finn stared at the witch who was locked up in the prison cell and then turned to look at Tracy.

He had received all the information that he needed from Killian, and now he was trying to reel it all in. It was one thing that a witch had trespassed in their lands, but it was simply another thing that another witch had sashayed her way right into the territory. Shockingly enough, she was an ally? How come? Since when did witches start doing favours for the lycans?

And that too, such a beautiful one.

"What did you think? Do you think that I would have called for you in an urgency like that because I wanted to have a drink?" Killian scowled at his beta. He was slowly getting annoyed with the gaze with which his beta was looking at the witch.