/Circe’s POV/
Though I knew Phoebe was safe, every time I spy on her using magic she was always with the Alpha of that pack, and she always look happy around him but I still worried for her.
“High priestess” One of the warlocks in charge of relaying my messages was announced at the door, I stood from my sofa chair next to my daughter’s bed, it had become my favourite spot ever since she left.
“High priestess the messenger” My maid announced again as I refused to give a signal to have them come in, knowing the messenger wouldn’t leave without delivering his message. I flicked my fingers willing open the white and golden-winged doors that separated the room from the hallway.
“Holland” I called softly as the 32year old warlock walked in with a grand suite and gelled styled hair, slicked t
