<b>Chapter </b>140 <b>Amalie </b>
“Francesca!” I shout as I wander the halls. I don’t admire the walls this time. What looks like live branches feel like they are going to attack me. They feel oppressive not beautiful. “Please, Francesca I have questions!<b>” </b>
“There is no reason to shout mydy,” a female voice says from behind me.
I turn sharply ande face to face with a young blonde woman. “Where is Francesca?” <b>I </b>demand with a desperation.
“The Countess is this way, please follow me,” the woman answers.
I eye the woman critically. I don’t trust her after Jarrett said that a witch was after me. She could be the one after me without Francesca knowing. I keep a few steps behind the woman so I can see if she tries to attack me. But the woman does not try anything as she leads me through the pce halls.
Or it could be Francesca herself, a tiny voice tells me in the back of my head. Francesca could be just as guilty as someone in the Coven.
“The Countess is in here, she is expecting you,” the woman says as she stops beside the double
doors. She does not open them for me, just stands there, waiting for me too.
“Okay,” I say as I open the door myself. I look at the woman, but she has already disappeared
down corridor.
“Come in,” I hear Francesca call from inside the room.
I turn and look back inside the room. She is sitting in some sort of parlor, reading a book. I sigh in relief as I enter the room. The sight of the witch brings mefort. “Francesca,” I sigh as I make my way towards her.
“You seem harried, dear,” Francesca says as she sets down her book to look at me.
“Sorry, a lot has happened in such a short amount of time,” I tell her as I sit on a couch, across from her. <b>I </b>cannot force myself to sit any closer. Something in the back of my head goes off like a warning bell.
“Would you like to talk about it?” she asks kindly.
“A rogues have been after me and I have been training a lottely,” I sigh in defeat. Speaking the words out loud, makes them feel more pressing.
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“I am so sorry to hear that one of your own is hunting you,” she says.
She is trying to be sincere, but there is something off. Maybe it’s because I spent so many years. with my parents trying to pull the same expressions before I was trapped. Maybe it’s the fact that Beren doesn’t fully trust her. But for some reason, I don’t trust the sincerity in her voice. Something is feeling wrong the longer I sit here with the witch.
“We are handling it with my pack,” I tell her, trying not to give too many details. I don’t know who to trust outside of a few people in our pack.
“I see, werewolves are very formidable,” she tells me. I think she is trying to be sincere again, but it sounds patronizinging from her.
“Yes, we are,” I say with a smile, trying to put the tone behind me.
“Maybe I can help by asking those who reside here in the realm if they know anything about rogues attacking your pack?” she asks, still trying to offer her help.
Francesca is sounding more pushy thanforting with her offers to help. “Thank you, really, but we are handling it,” I tell her, trying to get off the subject that I brought up.
“Alright dear, how is your wolf?” Francesca asks.
“Beren is amazing,” I tell her. I really wish Beren is here with me.
“It must be lonely, just the two of you,” she says as she reaches her hand across the gap between the couches to rest on my knee.
I don’t know why, but I jerk away from her hand. I remember thest time she touched me, and it was like ice on my skin. I do not know if it was because she was healing me or her
normal body temperature.
She hesitates before lowering her hand. Something shes across her face, but it’s gone in an instant. “Tell me about your wolf,” she says.
It’s not a question, but a statement. Francesca wants to know more about Beren, I’m starting to feel ufortable. Goddess, why did I at first feel so relieved to be here with her?
“Like I said, she is amazing,” I tell her.
“What is her color? Most wolves I meet, can’t wait to tell me about their coloring,” she says
with a smile.
“Beren has normal coloring,” I say dismissively. “Mainly white.”
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“A white wolf is vey rare,” she tells me.
Dread pools in my stomach. I never told her I was a white wolf. I just told her that Beren was mainly white.
“Don’t look so afraid dear, I have known that you were a white wolf since the day you were born. That is what makes you so special,” she tells me. Her smile taking on a cunning look.
“I see,” I say as I be more on guard.
“It’s alright dear, your secret is safe with me,” she tells me.
It does not reassure me at all. I actually don’t feel so safe with her anymore. I don’t know why I felt so safe to begin with. Something is off with the leader of the Coven. She knows something and I have to figure out what it is. “A witch is after me,” I blurt out on a whim. I
watch her reaction.
There it is, for a second, she is not shocked by the statement. She then forces shock across her face. “Oh, my dear! I’m so sorry that one of my own could be after you,” Francesca tells me.
“Thank you,” I say carefully. “Do you have any ideas of who it could be?”
“I do not know, I trust everyone in the Coven,” she tells me, truthfully. She absolutely trusts everyone that is here.
Goddess above, I’m in enemy territory all alone with no way to reach my wolf. I don’t even
know how I keep ending up here. I don’t know how to control my subconscious so I do not end up here.
“How do I keep ending up here?” I ask, hoping for a truthful answer.
“Your blood calls out to us. It is powerful. The blood of white wolves has always called out to
witches,” Francesca says.
“Meaning what? That I can do magic like a witch?” I demand in confusion.
“No, but your blood holds magic,” she says, a manic gleam creeping into her eyes,
Oh goddess, I know what they want me for.
Shock must show on my face as Francesca is speaking again, but her words, there is a power behind them, “It’s alright dear. You can trust me.”
No, the fuck I can.