CHAPTER 250: DESTINY AND FATE (2)

Killian frowned. He had heard this response more than twice already, but he just couldn’t understand why Inez would need a witch. He parted his lips, determined to get an answer which would explain what Tracy was trying to do, but before he could even get a word out, Tracy spoke, "There is no point in questioning me about my intentions. I am here only to keep Inez safe and help her guide her on the right path. I have no intention or obligation to talk with you, lycans."

"As if we are dying to talk with a witch," snarled Ryder. He stared at Tracy with the utmost revulsion. Among all the enforcers, he was the one who suffered greatly at the hands of the witches; thus, it was no surprise that he didn’t like Tracy or her presence in the territory.

"You should, though." Tracy tilted her head to one side, her hand thrown at the back of the couch. "You really need the help of a witch—"

"Why would we?" demanded Ryder. He stood up from the chair on which he was sitting and took three threatening steps towards Tracy before coming to a stop. He glowered down at her and stated, "We don’t need the help of a witch. We never will—"

He was still speaking when Tracy yawned and snapped her fingers. The man standing in front of her was sent flying and before Killian and the rest could understand what was happening, Ryder was stuck to the wall behind Killian. With his arms and legs sprawled, he looked like a human starfish. Just a tad bit weirder.

Almost at once, all of his enforcers got to their feet, prepared to jump at Tracy for attacking Ryder.

Killian turned to look at Tracy. He questioned, "Just what do you think you are doing?"

"I hate when someone tries to assert their dominance in front of me. It’s cute if it happens once or twice, but constant disrespect is quite annoying," Tracy said. She glanced at Ryder, who was still stuck on the wall, and stated, "Do you even believe what you are saying? Your territory’s security was breached twice, and this time it happened from the inside. You are nowhere close to catching the traitor, and your defences are like children’s toys. I can break them with a snap of my fingers, and I did. How do you think I came inside your territory?"

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared at Ryder with a smug smile. "Just admit that you are weak; there is no need to feel shy about it."

"We are not weak!" Killian vehemently denied.

"You sure about that? Witches coming to your territory, crossing it as if it were their back garden, bold as brass, is just the beginning. This is the first strike of the war, whose signs you are ignoring. If you are not prepared well enough, then you will be brought to your knees and beheaded when you are not paying attention."

The amused curve of her lips fell, and she stated, "If I am not incorrect, then you know all about the witches’ tries to bring the animorphous back to existence. Do you think they are doing it because they want to aid your failing population? No. What they want is a bunch of puppets that they can control against your kind. They want blood and the extinction of your kind."

"And you are willing to help us because?" Killian prodded.

The woman turned and glanced at him with a smile on her lips. "I am helping you out not because I want to, but because those fools are going against fate itself. Animorphous went extinct because their time was up. Because their existence itself was against fate. That was the reason why they disappeared. I cannot have the balance and the peace that we have fought for so hard be disrupted. So, obviously, I would stop them."

She hadn’t truly explained who she was and why she was trying to intervene. And why the hell did she sound like a rather strict warden who was trying to make sure that the children in the hostel wouldn’t go out of control?

It felt weird. Like she knew things that he didn’t, and boy, it didn’t feel good.

"Look, I know that you want to get the answers, but sometimes it’s better not to know anything," said the witch. She held one hand in the air and spoke to him in a quiet voice, "I have told you everything that I can without triggering anything; if you push me too much... things might not end prettily for you."

Killian frowned. "And what does that mean?"

"Fate doesn’t like it when his children try to play naughtily. Think about it like this: if you try to get an answer that you are not supposed to know before time, then you will suffer the consequences."

"What kind of consequences?" Killian asked, wanting to know if they were the kind of consequences that he could face.

The witch smiled at him. She said to him, "Imagine Inez forgetting everything about you when she wakes up. You are a complete stranger to her because you pushed Fate’s bottom line. Knowledge is a rather dangerous thing, Alpha Sokolov. Especially when it’s not meant for you. Don’t try to cross some lines that are not meant to be crossed. Because if you challenge destiny and fate, they will challenge your bottom line."

Killian pursed his lips. He didn’t understand a thing about destiny and fate. But what he did understand was that he couldn’t ask Tracy anything further at this point.

He got to his feet. "You said that you are here to protect Inez. Why?"

"Are you a danger to her?" He further asked. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked at the witch.

Tracy arched a brow before quirking her lips in amusement. "What if I were?"

"Then you will find your heart ripped out, witch."