CHAPTER 378: NOT DOING IT

"If they are really trying to bring Amorphous back to life, I don’t believe it’s anything good," Seth said. Unusually talkative over this topic now that they had opened it. Or maybe he was glad that he could finally talk about this matter to someone without being hushed. Killian knew very well what happened whenever the topic of witches, magic, and what harm they could bring to the shifter community started. So, he remained quiet and allowed Seth to talk, letting him say as much as he wished. Coupled with his curiosity and thirst for knowledge, Killian didn’t ask Seth to stop, even when something in his mind kept yelling at him that he couldn’t listen to this sick ritual anymore.

But this was the reality. Even if he didn’t want to listen to it anymore, he had to. Killian knew that, because no matter how sick and twisted this entire thing might be, only by learning more about it would he be able to get a much better understanding of the witch who was behind all this fuckery. The one who killed so many innocent shifters and humans without batting an eye.

"A piece of soul is ripped out every time they create a vessel for themselves."

"Does it not cause any imbalance?" Killian asked, needing to know how a witch could rip pieces of her soul so easily, like she was ripping a piece of paper.

"Of course it does cause imbalance," corrected Seth. "How can there not be an imbalance when she is cruelly ripping her own piece of soul out like that? The imbalance in her body is bound to become wider; why do you think she took the souls of so many shifters from the Silver Dawn pack? I am afraid it had little to do with the amorphous revival and more to do with easing the imbalance within her soul. For something that is out of balance, we usually need supplements. And the souls that are offered to a witch are what I believe supplement what they are lacking in."

"The best supplements are young ones or babies. Which is the only explanation why the Silver Dawn Pack had no children."

The room felt even colder than it did earlier. Killian glanced at the electric fire that was burning in the room and clicked his tongue in a poor attempt to suppress the nausea rolling at the back of his throat.

"And you knew that this was happening?" Killian grunted.

"I knew that there was something weird going on in the Silver Dawn pack; there was something really off about their alpha. All that talk about how he was able to live a peaceful life with the humans and urging more rogues and humans to settle down in his territory—well, it didn’t sit right with me. I would have gone there myself, but..." He trailed off. Being the descendant of an angel came with a rather troublesome add-on of becoming a sacrifice when required.

"So are there anymore breeding farms?" Killian asked, cutting to the chase. Now that he knew that the Silver Dawn Pack only lured humans and shifters to their territory to give birth to more children whom they could sacrifice to the witch, Killian didn’t believe that they were the only ones who were tempted by what the witch had to offer. His experience while hunting down the people behind the site had proved this long, long ago.

"There had to be more." Seth clenched his fingers tightly. "And it hurts to know that there are packs who know what witches have in mind against our community, and yet they are quiet. I wonder how many alphas have sold their honour like Dawson. Just for the sake of power."

It did, but the world was never sunshine and daisies to begin with.

"So, what are we going to do now? Are we going to stop these programmes from running, or are we going to listen to Elder Norman and stop everything by turning a blind eye?"

Seth’s eyes darted toward him. "Are you really trying to act as if you do not understand anything?"

"I do, but is it going to change anything?" Killian questioned back with a sly smile. "No. You allowed Elder Norman to fuck around way too deep into the council. You gave him a chance, and he took it. Second chances and whatever. Now, even if he is involved in some kind of systematic cruelty, do you think we can do anything about that?"

The man glared at him, but that glare only lasted for a few seconds before he sighed and dragged a hand down his face. "You are right, I allowed this to happen. But what’s done is done, and we need to come up with a way to stop this."

"Yeah, easy to ask for help when things go south." Killian leaned forward in a swift move. "My pack is not taking any more risks, Seth. We did it years ago, and look what happened. Look what they did to my sister—all those lies and horrors; I haven’t forgotten any of it. I cannot forget them. You promised me things would be well when she left, but were they?"

Seth’s eyes hardened. "That’s because your sister allowed herself to be shaken by the silly promises of that shifter. She knew better than to fall for someone like him, Kill."

As soon as he finished speaking, Killian was on his feet. "You mean to say that she got what she deserved?"

"No, I am telling you that it was a slight on our part. We expected more from her when she wasn’t ready, but you are different. You know the risks, and you won’t fall for the same trick twice." Seth spoke evenly, as if it made everything better.

"It won’t make a difference," Killian spat. "Your council are not ready to accept the truth; they are being led around by their noses, and they have not a freaking idea about it. I refuse to play along with a bunch of deaf and blind idiots. First, straighten them all up, and then we can talk."