The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Sheila's point of view

I felt the hair on my skin stand, and then, I felt Killian. I felt his presence. My eyes scanned hurriedly across the meadow where I was fighting alongside Morgan and some of our warriors, against the Dark Circle wolves and vampires.

I couldn't begin to describe the relief that flooded my chest as my blue eyes narrowed in on Killian. I had been worried, going crazy in search of Killian. I had been really scared something might have happened to him. That imbecile made it clear to me that he was after Killian's life.

I would never be able to forgive myself if the unthinkable had happened to Killian. This was all my fault. I should have said something the second I began having those dreams about him. If I had, we wouldn't be in this situation. The pack won't be attacked and the lives of everyone I love wouldn't be in danger right now.

Killian was next to me in a flash, and just then, I noticed Kaiser as well, he was in his wolf form. Killian's amber eyes connected with mine for a broken second, before his eyes fell on my wounded neck. They both joined the fight, and I tried my best to use less of my magic. The wound on my neck had enlarged, and the bleeding only became worse. Dark lines began to appear on my skin.

I had no idea what that bastard had done to me but whatever it was, I knew it wasn't meant to kill me. I just knew it. But the pain that shot through my body was undeniable, and I was growing weaker by the second.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

We kept on with the fight, and to my surprise, the black veil that had covered the entire pack was lifted, and the night sky came into view. A small smile found my lips, as this meant the witches now had access to their magic.

I plucked out the hearts of the wolves that came at me, aiming for the one next to me when a symbol appeared up in the night sky, it belonged to the crystal fortress witches. And instantly, familiar magical energy swept through the earth, and all at once, the Dark Circle minions collapsed on the ground. It was Valerie.

"What the hell just happened?" Morgan asked as our gazes scanned the lifeless bodies of our enemy that covered the earth.

"Valerie," I muttered, weakly. She was behind this, and that made my chest tighten. With the enormous wave of energy that danced around, she had lost a lot of her magic carrying out this ritual. Oh, goddess. I hoped she was alright. "What happened to you?" Killian asked, cupping my face as his eyes scanned over my neck.

"He did this to me. He was here, Killian. The Dark Lord," I said, and Killian's brows furrowed.

"What?!" He pulled me closer to him and was about to say something when the whole land was covered with dark mist. This wasn't my doing. It was someone else.

"What the bloody fudge?" Everyone drew closer as heavy loud thuds from the movement against the earth echoed from almost everywhere within the mist, causing the earth beneath us to shake from its heavy impact.

There was no way anyone could see anything in the mist. But as the heavy steps drew closer, I felt it. Them. They were dark witches, and from the enormous magical energy that charged at us, they were in great numbers and were here for blood.

"Get down!" I yelled, feeling the sharp metals that pierced through the mist. I evaded the mist at once and created a shield around us, just in time to stop the silver weapons that were flying in the air charging at us. It looked like a normal knife with a sharpened silver rod in place of a blade. I redirected it back, pulling down the shield. I felt sharp pains connect with my spine, crippling me.

And immediately, they came into view. Dark witches from the circle dressed in red attacked us in great numbers. Killian and the warriors fought back as well, and soon, we were joined by Lorenzo together with an army of warriors and witches from Killian's pack and Leonardo's pack.

The fight began and with every bloody second, more of the Dark Circle witches kept joining. I made full use of my wolf's abilities instead, but they weren't lunging at me. More like they were completely avoiding me. I snapped the head of one of the witches, watching her fall to the ground. My eyes drifted sideways and fell on a figure, standing far in the woods, away from the chaos that was going on in the field.

He was dressed in all black, had long black hair, and held a black sword in his left hand. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could tell he wasn't from here. His aura was dark and powerful. A dark witch. His dark eyes connected with mine briefly and slowly drifted somewhere else.

I followed the direction of his gaze and it fell on Killian. My heartbeat spiked up and I glanced back to the woods where he had been, but he had vanished.

In terror, my eyes combed through the field for him and I found him. My body became stiff as I felt my blood turn cold and the air in my lungs vanished. My blue depths shifted from his dark eyes which were unmoving from mine to Killian who was a few steps away from the man and completely oblivious to his presence as he kept on fighting.

No. No. No.

"Killian!" I screamed, gaining Killian's attention. His eyes met mine from afar and I screamed again. "Behind you-" Killian swerved around and attacked right away, but the witch effortlessly evaded him.

I used my wolf's speed to race to him. I was almost there when it all happened so fast. In a second, the witch vanished from sight, and almost immediately, he appeared right behind Killian. He lifted the black sword in his left hand, sending a glance my way, before using his magic, sending it straight into Killian's heart.

I felt a sharp piercing in my chest the instant it pierced into Killian's. The hilt of the sword glowed a bright red shade, as it moved deeper into Killian's chest, its pointed edge coming out on the other side.

I was completely frozen, like time itself had paused. Killian groaned as he collapsed on his knees, his hands gripping the hilt of the sword, in an attempt to pull it out.

"Killian!" I yelled, bridging the insane gap between us. Before his body fell to the ground, I caught him in my arms.

I couldn't pay attention to anything else but him, not even to Morgan's scream that filtered into the corner walls of my mind.

I held onto the hilt, trying to pull it out, but I couldn't. It's been enchanted, and the red glow on the hilt was sucking out Killian's life.

"Killian, look at me," I tried to keep his eyes from shutting close as I began chanting, in an attempt to stop the effect of the sword's magic. But it was of no use, and Killian's body had begun to desiccate. And I felt it, a sharp tearing in my chest, almost as if a piece of my soul had been torn out ruthlessly.

I couldn't feel his heartbeat. I couldn't feel Killian inside of me. I couldn't feel his wolf either. Adie released a loud, piercing howl within me, shattering the corners of my soul.

"Killian, Please," I clung to his cold and lifeless body. My body was enveloped by a merciless pain that charged within me.

I could feel it from the depth of my soul, crushing me while it vibrated against my bones, stabbing every piece of my existence. I felt like dying.

My body became so hot, and the pain from the wound on my neck was torturing me. More tears rolled down my eyes as I pulled out the sword from Killian's body. The sword's sharp blade slit my right palm. I groaned at the burning pain, but it couldn't compare to anything I was feeling at the moment. He was gone. Killian was dead.

I shut my eyes, and I released a sharp scream. The wound from my neck intensified, tugging at my chest in a warning. But I couldn't stop. I kept on screaming, and the chaos around me intensified. The earth tore into several cracks, I heard several howls and gasps around but I didn't stop. I wanted to release the smoldering pain within me, but that alone wasn't enough.

The pain from my neck had invaded my soul and I felt my whole body weaken and my mind fuzzy. My hold on Killian's body weakened and I crashed against the ground, losing consciousness. The last thing I managed to see was Killian's lifeless body, and a glowing light appeared behind us. It was more like a portal. My long lashes fluttered weakly against each other once more before they gave up and I felt myself being pulled away.