This ruthless tactic was why she remained immortal as long as no new supreme witch emerged.
And my mother was a victim of her schemes.
The cruelty of it all sent shivers down my spine and left me speechless, my skin crawling with the sheer evil of her deeds.
This was too evil!
Gale was determined to reach her objectives, no matter the cost.
Yet, one question lingered in my mind.
If Rick and Gale were once in love, what drove them to become enemies?
What turned their love story into a tale of betrayal?
Lost in these thoughts, I was once again caught in a whirl of distorted space and time.
The dizziness forced me to shut my eyes.
When I opened them again, I was in a different place entirely.
âKill them!â
The howls of werewolves and witches reached my ears.
I was thrust into the middle of a war where the Thorn Edge Pack and the witches fought side by side.
âIâll marry you after the battle ends, Wilma,â Rick said tenderly to Gale.
Gale, also known as Wilma, wore her trust openly, accepting Rickâs promise and leading her band of devoted half-blood witches to fight alongside the Thorn Edge Pack.
The ensuing battle was brutal.
The air was filled with the cries of werewolves, the air stained with blood.
It was a level of savagery I had never witnessed.
The sky above seemed choked with the smoke of relentless warfare.
With the half-blood witchesâ support, the Thorn Edge Packâs assaults were merci
less and effective, propelling them to rapid growth and strength.
âWelcome back, our hero!â
Amidst the cheers of the pack members, Wilma and Rick returned, laden with spoils of war, Wilmaâs face alight with joy.
Yet, it wasnât long before Wilma sensed that something was amiss with Rick.
On their victorious return, Laurel greeted Rick in a stunning gown, her face lighting up with joy as she ran into his embrace with their child.
Her face radiated happiness and contentment.
Rick embraced his wife tenderly, planting a ki*s on her lips.
With a gentle touch, he placed the necklace, which he had held onto throughout their struggles with other packs, back around Laurelâs neck.
âHoney.
â His voice, once gentle with Wilma, now overflowed with Love for Laurel.
âThis necklace you gave me-itâs been my constant companion, giving me courage and strength.
Thank you.
â
With a shy and sweet smile, Laurel replied, âAs long as it keeps you safe, itâs worth it.
â