The Alpha's Little Witch

/-Melucia-/

Blood, fire, Iron. Arrows.

Screams disturbed the silent night as people ran helter-skelter, throwing balls of magic, in hopes of buying time.

I saw wolves rip my people apart with their canines and tear open their stomachs with their claws.

What would have been a peaceful night was adulterated with chaos.

I didn't even have the time to reason how the wolves had been able to find our coven. All I knew was the air was polluted with poison and we needed to get out as soon as possible.

“Enough!” I screamed, triggering a dune. The violent wave swept everyone within a ten-mile radius, and my body weakened momentarily.

I took a look around. There was no attacker or victim. Everyone was on the floor now, some wounded and a few dead.

I created a portal and hurried over to help a few of our people. I was hoping to buy us enough time for the remaining living witches to get out of there but then something struck me in the shoulder.

It was an arrow, made of pure iron and it sent crumbling weakly to the floor. The portal closed and my people gathered fiercely around me, ready to protect me.

“Stand down,” I ordered as they prepared balls of magic. “They are going to kill us all!”

“They will kill us anyway. We would rather die free than be enslaved to these mutts!”

“He is right, we have to fight!”

“No! No! Surrender now, all of you! I command you!” I yelled, and they exchanged glances before slowly seizing their magic. They dropped to their knees around me.

My breathing became heavy as blood trickled down my arm. I pulled the arrow out, knowing fully well I could bleed to death.

The wolves gradually surrounded us and he stepped out of the shadows. Those cruel crimson eyes rested on me.

“Wise choice,” his tone was devoid of emotions. “Chain them and set those miserable tents ablaze.”

Just like that, our home burned in flames, and we were bound. We were a whole lot more than I anticipated. About a hundred people while I assumed we were less than fifty left.

They were all bleeding, severely wounded but it didn't stop the wolves from whipping anyone who slacked.

It gave me some form of relief that they were also severely injured and limping.

They were a lot smaller than us, and it made me want to launch an attack on them, but I realised that magic didn't work in these chains.

The bastards had infused iron in it.

The journey to the BlackClaw pack was longer than expected, and it was getting increasingly harder for me to stay conscious, but the constant whipping didn't let me dare fall asleep.

On arrival at the pack, the people hurled stones, food items, sticks and everything they could reach on us.

“Burn the witches! Burn them all!” They chanted over and over again.

I felt deeply ashamed that this calamity had