The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Sheila's point of view

"Killian!" I yelled, watching in shock as Killian crashed against the cold, humid floor. At his fall, the hall broke into chaos.

Immediately, everyone rushed to him, I reached for Killian, my hands fell on him and his body was cold.

Mason, Allen, Lorenzo, and Morgan were by his side instantly, they hauled him up in their arms and rushed him out of the hall. I followed suit behind them and hastened straight to Killian's chamber.

The guys placed him carefully on the bed, and I turned to Allen, requesting the presence of the Pack's healer. He told me he had mind-linked her already. My eyes shifted to Lorenzo, and before I could say something, he added quickly.

'"Valerie is on the way as well,"

The door pushed open and Dr. Maggie and a few of her assistants hurried through the door.

"What happened to him?" She queried, examining Killian's seemingly lifeless body.

"Absolutely nothing. He was fine a second ago, then suddenly, he collapsed on the floor," Morgan explained to her hurriedly.

Maggie began pulling out some things, inspecting Killian's body while I remained unmoving from the bed where I was sitting right next to Killian.

Everyone stepped back a little, giving Maggie and her assistants enough space to carry out their work. After a long while, Maggie stepped back, her eyes drifting from Killian to us.

“What happened to him? Why is he like this?" I asked, and Maggie shook her head.

"His body is out cold, it isn't responding to anything, and I can't seem to reach out to his wolf, this is bad and beyond my control. I think whatever is wrong with Killian has to do with—" Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“Magic" Valerie completed from the door. She was still wearing her blue dress and black cloak from this afternoon when I left her in the attic. She has been tirelessly working on completing the last piece of the spell for the crescent moon rising that was barely two weeks away.

"Yes, I think the Alpha's condition has to do with magic," Maggie added,

Valerie moved closer to the bed. She came with a few witches from the quarters, including Gwen. She asked everyone to exit Killian's chamber, but I insisted I remained next to him.

After the guys had left, leaving just a few witches, Valerie, Gwen, Lorenzo, and I in the chamber. They began their work. I was only forced to watch them.

The past few days, I had progressed with my magic. Lorenzo has been really helpful to me and I could control it, but it was safer if I didn't use my magic yet. Extreme use of my magic appeared like a beacon that would allow anyone to easily locate me, including the Dark Circle.

As much as it hurt me to sit idle and watch, it was for the best. Until I found a way to cloak my magic, I had absolutely no choice.

I pulled away from the bed as the witches' chants on Killian's cold body grew stronger, I walked to the end of the wall, leaning on it while running a finger on the black bracelet that was on my wrist which was meant to restrict my magic. And it had been doing so for days now since Lorenzo placed it on me. But it's not the case anymore, even with the bracelet on, I could still feel magic immensely, and being a channeler only made my situation worse.

I closed my eyes and opened them quickly as soon as the witch's chants stopped.

Valerie's eyes met mine, and from her gaze, I could tell whatever was wrong with Killian was really bad.

We stepped outside the chamber, leaving Gwen and a few witches with Killian.

Morgan, Allen, and Mason were still outside the chamber. They approached Valerie as soon as we all stepped out.

"How serious is this, Valerie?" I crossed my arms against my chest in a frenzy.

"It's bad. Killian is under a witch's spell. He's been hexed, and because of that, his soul and his wolf have been expelled from his conscious state," Valerie said.

"A spell? Whatever spell it is can be broken, we just need a few ingredients—"

"And the blood of the witch behind this," Lorenzo filled in.

I felt my insides curl. But not because of Lorenzo's words. Even though no one was saying it, everyone knew this had to be the doings of the witch who killed Rowan, and is hell-bent on destroying this pack,

and Killian too. The witches in my brothers' pack are yet to find out anything from the bloody message they received from this cursed witch. Whoever did it, did a good job to cover their tracks.

I sighed, jerking back to reality.

"We will find another way to break the spell, I promise," Valerie said, and I followed her to her spell room.

"I want to perform the spell on Killian. Yes, we need the blood of the fucking witch who did this to him, but you also know that I can undo whatever it is that is wrong with Killian."

Valerie turned to me. Her deep purple eyes were on me. "You doing that is suicidal. That spell will require a lot of your magic. You performing that spell is as good as giving up your identity to the Dark Circle. Believe me, I know they are just waiting for us to make one wrong move that'll give up your identity and location. Please, Sheila, don't underestimate them."

"I am not. I know exactly what they are capable of just so they can find me," I paused, remembering what those bastards did to the Crystal Fortress just to learn of my identity. I understood Valerie, but I was not a little girl anymore, and I certainly would not stay idle and watch my mate die when I had the power to save him. "I have a bad feeling about this, Valerie. We should perform this spell on Killian now before his condition becomes worse. There's more to disconnecting Killian from his wolf and consciousness. I can feel it, something far worse is about to happen," I said.

"No, Sheila. You will be risking your life, and I will not have that. I promised Leonardo, I will keep you safe. And that's exactly what I will do—"

Valerie stopped talking as a loud bang sounded from the door. She used her magic to open the door and Allen rushed in panting hard, with blood on his hands.

"What happened?" Valerie moved to his side, while I remained fixed on my position, fear eating me inside.

"It's Killian. I think the demon has taken over him," Allen said sharply, and Valerie's eyes snapped to me. "He attacked the witches and has fled,"

"What?" This was precisely what I was talking about. Things had gotten worse. I sent a glance at Valerie before we hurried out of the spell room. Right now, nothing mattered to me. I just had to find Killian, and perform that spell before something far worse happened.

We reached Killian's bedroom, and he wasn't there. He had escaped through the window and Lorenzo, Gwen, and a few witches had gone after him, including Morgan, Mason, and the warriors.

I raced downstairs, exiting the Castle and stepping out into the darkness. There was chaos around. Blood was everywhere, and everyone was fleeing to safety.

I sighted Mason helping some injured members. Fuck, this was Killian's doing. A loud growl shook the earth, and it was Killian's. I began to follow the sound of the growls, along with some warriors and witches.

But it was coming from everywhere, I sniffed the air and focused on Killian's scent. I began to follow the trail and it led me deeper into the woods. What the hell was he doing here?

I kept following his scent but stopped in my tracks abruptly when the sounds of hushing whispers echoed through the trees. I moved slowly, making as little noise as I could. I stopped behind a tall tree trunk when I heard Killian's deep voice, and his large body was in my view.

He wasn't alone, I could smell the stench of something else, or rather someone else. It was dark and deadly. But I couldn't see who it was as Killian's large body was covering whoever it was that stood before him.

I moved from the tree, taking silent and cautious steps forward. Then Killian stopped talking, and the whispers of the other person filled the air. I couldn't recognize the voice, it was very unusual. I used my wolf's hearing to pick up what the whispers were about. But the words were in a different language, a witch's chant.

I stopped abruptly. It was the witch. The bloody witch we've been searching for. Just then, the whispers halted, and I felt Killian's muscles stiffen.

Immediately, he turned his head my way, and my eyes connected with the darkness taking dominance of his soul. And behind him was a woman, dressed in a red cloak. She had her hair covered with the hood of her cloak, and her head was turned the other way. She was a woman all along.

I took a step closer, and her unusual voice sounded with a sneer. "Kill her!" She whispered, and Killian's dark eyes hardened, focusing on me.