Chapter 23

Arla POV


"What the hell do you want from me?" I spat, my voice dripping with judgment. Her eyes locked onto mine, a sly smile spreading across her face as she stylishly caressed her hair. "Your question and surprised look mean nothing to my reasons here," she said confidently, her words washing over me like a sinister light.

Her voice was low and menacing as she circled around me, her fingers tracing the curve of my neck and pushing my hair aside with a soft caress that sent shivers down my spine. The touch became a continuous, deliberate pacing, her nails brushing against my skin, leaving me momentarily stunned and speechless.

"What do you want, Evelyn?" I managed to stammer, my voice barely audible. "I've concluded everything that was supposed to be done." I trailed off, her warm breath whispering in my ear.

"We're friends, aren't we?" She asked, her tone laced with a sinister sweetness that made my skin crawl.

"No!" I snarled, my eyes blazing with anger as I glared at her. My hair was gently rustled by the breeze, but my mind was a maelstrom of tension, my thoughts racing with a thousand fears. "We are not friends, Evelyn," I spat, my voice venomous. I pressed my fingers against my chest as if to ward off her dark magic. "Arla can't be friends with you, so snap out of it, little witch!"

The air was electric with hostility, and I could feel the weight of our animosity hanging heavy between us. Evelyn's smile only grew wider, her eyes glinting with malevolence, as if she reveled in my distress.


I couldn't help but broadcast my disdain for Evelyn's presence to my pack, telepathically warning them that she was not to be trusted. My wolf instincts surged, and my heart was pounding with fierce energy. I turned to face her, my movements deliberate and cautious, knowing that she was cunning and might strike at any moment. I leaned back against a wooden bench, adorned with natural green flowers, trying to appear nonchalant despite the tension.

Evelyn sneered, her long, slender gown billowing behind her like a dark cloud. "It fits your newfound attitude, Arla," she spat. "Ungrateful beings like you belong in the underworld."

"Just shut your mouth, Evelyn!" I exclaimed, trying to brush off her words. "You're just a weirdo, a sadist, a lunatic—all these traits are relentlessly yours!" I spat, my hands gesturing emphatically.

Evelyn tried to speak up, but I cut her off, my voice rising. "Shut up! I'm not done talking!" I grinned mockingly, taking a step closer to her with deliberate care. I scrutinized her outfit, my eyes scanning the intricate interlock design. "Do witches also smell nice?" I sneered, my nose twitching as I sniffed her fragrance—an oily scent that piqued my interest.

Evelyn's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing through me like a dagger. "You have no idea what you're dealing with, Arla," she hissed, her voice low and menacing. "My fragrance is not just a scent; it's a spell. And you've just fallen under my spell."

I snorted, rolling my eyes. "Your spell won't work on me, Evelyn. I'm not some naive little girl who believes in fairy tales."

Her smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with malevolence. "We'll see about that," she said, her voice dripping with confidence.


"Maybe you'd love to see yourself on a billboard, advertising your spell-casting services to the world—specifically, your spell against Damian—or, should I say, Alpha Damian?" She added, her tone heavy with sarcasm. Her words were a stark contrast to our agreement months prior, where she had promised to keep my abilities a secret.

I watched as her gaze seemed to pierce through me, and I felt a surge of anger and fear. How could she betray me like this? Had our friendship meant nothing to her? I took a step back, my mind racing with thoughts of revenge and escape. But Evelyn just laughed, her eyes gleaming with a sinister light as if she had me right where she wanted me.

"I hope you're not trying to betray me, Evelyn." I hissed, my face inches from hers, my eyes blazing with fierce intensity. "Because if you do, I promise to ruin your life for good." I spat the words, my voice low and menacing, my anger and hatred building up like a storm. I was a rockstar of rage, ready to unleash my fury upon her.

I couldn't help seeing her smile. She wavered, but her eyes flickered with a hint of uncertainty. She knew I was not a force to be trifled with. I could see the calculation in her eyes, weighing her options and considering her next move.

She chuckled, shoving me aside like a worthless object. "Do you think I have a life that needs to be ruined? No!" Her voice was laced with dark humor, and the trees seemed to respond to her malevolent energy, their leaves rustling ominously in the wind. Her eyes turned a thick, inky black as if they were portals to a dark and ancient power. She walked closer to me, her presence radiating an intense heat of black magic, like a surveying compass scanning the atmosphere for weaknesses.

I stood momentarily stunned, my courage faltering in the face of her dark sorcery. My mind raced to regain my footing, to summon the bravery I once had, but it seemed to slip further away with each step she took closer. The air grew thick with malevolent energy, and I felt myself being drawn into her dark vortex, helpless to resist her sinister power.

"Evelyn, stop! I'm so sorry!" I pleaded, my voice shaking with fear. Her hands grasped my throat tightly, her fingers like a vice. She leaned in closer, her breath a smoky whisper that penetrated my nostrils, making me cough violently. The smoke was acrid, burning my lungs and throat, and I felt like I was choking, my airways constricting with each ragged breath. The smell was overwhelming, like a toxic cloud that threatened to consume me whole.