Mrs Smith
I still couldn't believe I had allowed Khloe go to the same cabin her father had mysteriously died in. Everything that is happening now was the same thing that had happened before my husband was reported dead.
His friends had called saying that they found a piece of write up in one of his journals but mysteriously, the next minute they looked, they could no longer find it there.
I found it unbelievable until Mark; my husband's best friend showed me a video as proof of what the rest of them had said.
Even as old as they were, they still played pranks on each other. They had found one of his journals lying around and had decided to prank him with it.
The initial plan was to send him a video of them going through his journal and messing around with it but things went South when they stumbled upon the write up.
While they tried reading it, it suddenly faded away. They got so frightened, they were afraid to say anything to me. But when I had called them endlessly after not being able to reach my husband, they had to open up to me.
Even after watching the video, I still couldn't believe anything they were saying.
Already, my mind had become an emotional turmoil. While Mark drove us to the cabin, I did nothing but say a million words of prayers.
Upon arriving at the cabin, I met my husband in his own pool of blood- dead.
I was so broken emotionally that I couldn't even shed a single drop of tear until the third day of his death.
How could I have been so foolish to send my daughter to the same cabin where my husband was mysteriously found dead? Why wasn't I quick to connect the dots immediately after the incident at her school,during her presentation?
How could I have sent her alone there, all by herself to stay in the woods?
Nevertheless, I wasn't going to let fate repeat itself. No matter what, at whatever cost, I am beyond ready to protect my daughter.
No matter how dangerous my husband's killer is, I was going to fight it. No matter how fierce and strong it might be, I would shield my daughter from it's attack.
I already made a mistake, yes. But I am ready to correct that.
I am ready to fight fate till the end of life if that is what is takes to protect Khloe.
"Just hang in there for me baby, mommy's coming." I said, trying hard to focus on the road.
Writer's POV
The last three witches left alive on the surface of the earth had gathered in their coven to commence the ritual for the annihilation of all lycanthropes. They had everything ready; the voodoo dolls representing the alphas, the corn babies representing the spirits of their dead witch sisters and brothers, strands of the different hairs of different alpha, and the blood of a royal lycanthrope.
The ritual was simple yet complicated in it's own way. They were going to firstly, awaken the spirits of their dead sisters and brothers by a simple blood ritual. These awaken witches were going to begin their annihilation plan by wiping off the surface of the earth, the ordinary wolves.
Even in death, they were still never going to be strong enough to personally attack an alpha, especially an alpha lycan so, they were going to use the strands and blood to cook up an unholy steam for connecting the souls of the alpha lycans to the voodoo dolls.
One of their dead witch sisters had predicted a time of reincarnation of the lycanthropes. So, to avoid any form of hindrance or disturbance, they were going to end the lycans, and end them forever.
After connecting the voodoo dolls to the alphas, they were going to lock the souls of the alphas through the voodoo dolls. After that, they were then going to cast manipulation spells together. With the manipulation spells, they were going to be able to manipulate and control the actions of the alphas who of course were stronger than the rest of their pack members. They were going to make the alphas kill every member of their packs after which they were going to kill themselves.
All of these plans weren't possible without one last ingredient; the blood of a white witch's descendant who was unmated. This was the only ingredient left on the list of the witches. It was the most powerful and the most uncommon.
They were only few so, wouldn't be able to conduct such a Ritual without an ingredient so sacred.
The She-wolf who shared the same goal with them hadn't showed up with the last ingredient as promised.
They were nervous.
" What if one of the lycans had seen her and had reported her to the alpha." One of the witches said.
" No, Alexandra might be a rogue but she's definitely smarter than that." The oldest of the witches spoke.
They contemplated on going into the pack, under cover but abolished the plan since it was too dangerous.
By the time one of them must have gotten to the pack, the She-wolf might have returned with the ingredient. And if they got more unfortunate, the spy might get exposed, their hideout would be invaded and their plan abolished.
They decided it was best to stick together to avoid losing anyone else. The ritual was a risky one that required as much witches as possible.
They had only fewer than few left; it was best to leave it that way.
None of these would have been happening if not for the wickedness of the lycans, especially the former alpha of lycans who had been mated to one of them.
Witches and werewolves were supposed to live together in peace, away from the humans.
They were willing to go to any length to see that the entire lycanthropes, in fact wolves were going to pay for the sins of Damon, with their lives.