Liam was frustrated. He had never faced an enemy like the witch before. He had assumed the position of an Alpha at a very young age and had to fight off a lot of bullies and older wolves to keep his stake in his territory. But then, those enemies were werewolves like him; they had always been known and visible.
The witch? The witch was far from that. Her power was formidable, and it seemed that no matter how hard he tried, he could not understand her motives.
He spent countless hours with his warriors, trying to come up with a strategy to defeat her, but she always seemed one step ahead. It was one random attack or another.
No one had been hurt yet. It was only lesser spells with strong dark magic that had people running Helter skelter. Deep down, Liam knew that she was coming. He kne
