The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Valerie's point of view

Morgan's immediate words silenced every doubt I had and confirmed my suspicion. Sheila was taken by the Black Blood Pack. Suddenly, everything began to make sense. My deep purple eyes pulled up to the Blood moon in the red sky, it simply couldn't be a coincidence. She was the one. The Alpha's mate was the child we'd been desperately looking for. She was Fiona's daughter.

I had always had my suspicion. I felt it the first day I met her at her coronation. And then again, the wave of energy that swept through the entire pack the day Killian went on a rampage and his demon took over, that powerful essence that I felt belonged to her, it was identical to what I felt the night she retrieved the phoenix stone and tonight.

She was the one the prophecy had spoken about in the crystal stones. Sheila Callaso was the White Wolf. She was taken away from the Pack by Killian's father, who was sent by the Dark Circle to bring the gifted one, so how on earth did she become Alpha Lucius Callaso's daughter? Does that mean he knows who she was?

Something must have happened to her, that she lost her memories and her powers became dormant.

I placed a hand on my temple, feeling my entire body become so weak. My eyes fell on the lifeless bodies of the Fire Crest warriors. Every witch could feel the immense magical energy around. Her witch's side must have awakened within her because every destruction around carried her mighty magic.

The powers she exercised tonight were something not all witches had the ability to do. I believed whatever Allen said, somehow Sheila altered the rules of life and revived the warriors of the Crescent

North Pack, sacrificing the enemy's life for theirs as nature always demanded a balance. Life for life, saving her people while sacrificing those that meant harm.

I shook out my thoughts abruptly at Killian's loud growl. It pierced into the night sky, rippling through the trees, causing the earth beneath us to shake mildly.

I turned to him, he was vibrating with so much rage. His aura was dark and murderous. Killian had already summoned the Pack's army, and they had been debriefed on what had happened to their Luna.

Every one of them was vibrating with similar dark rage, it was as if they were channeling their rage from Killian himself.

Oh no! This wasn't good. Because of the curse, Killian was experiencing the effect of the blood moon. It was a blood rage.

This shouldn't be happening. This was exactly why the witches and I performed the cleansing ritual with the gifted one’s blood to ensure that Killian and the pack will not be affected by the effect of the crescent moon that was only a month away. The cleansing ritual didn't work. It can't be. The only reason it wouldn't have worked was if— oh goddess. Thea wasn't the gifted one.

The blood in my body went completely cold as it dawned on me. Thea wasn't the one blessed by the goddess to free Killian and the pack from the curse. That confused me the most. Something about the cleansing ritual was not right, and I knew it. But if Thea wasn't the gifted one, why was she the one in his dreams?

This was bad. The crescent moon was almost upon us and we haven't found the gifted one. The real

one. If we can't find her before the crescent moon night, Killian and his pack would be stuck with the curse forever. And if something happened to Killian, then the entire pack would suffer the same fate.

The darkness inside of him was fueling fear and rage. Every member of Killian's pack was channeling Killian's rage. Everything he was feeling was heightened at the moment, including his rage. I glanced around, only the witches were sane at the moment.

"We will murder every fucking one of them, and we won't stop until we find my mate," Killian growled again, and more growls filled the air from every one of Killian's warriors.

"Stop!!!" I moved to him, standing before him. "This is insane Killian, think this through. Your actions now could start a bloody war," A war was the last thing we needed right now, especially one between the Crescent North Pack and the Black Blood Pack. I can't let the mistake that happened fourteen years ago repeat itself. The only one that would really get hurt from this war was Sheila. I couldn't let this happen.

"They started this. They have my fucking mate!" Killian yelled, his eyes a bloodshot red, and so were the eyes of everyone in the pack.

"Killian, listen to me. Think —" I began but Morgan's voice sounded angry.

"There's nothing to think about. This isn't the first time those bastards invaded our territory. They have always been after Sheila, and now they finally took her." Morgan was charging with similar rage as Killian. There was no reasoning with them. At least not in this state.

But this won't end well. If Killian and his army charged into Black Blood territory, Leonardo and his army won't take it lightly. This wouldn't end well for either pack.

"They won't harm her—" I began but Killian's loud growls halted me. Even though I wanted to, I couldn't tell them who Sheila truly was. I have no idea how Killian will take it. And Sheila's secret needs to be kept, I was damn sure that the Dark Circle must have known that the prophesied one still lives.

"They will, because even I would do the same to his sister or mate, to settle the score with them," Killian growled.

The rage and darkness had blinded him. As long as the blood moon was still up. There's no way to pull them out of the blood rage with the blood moon still up in the air. The only way we might have been able to break the effect of tonight's blood moon on them was with the help of the gifted one. But at the moment, that is impossible.

I sighed to myself. Killian had to know that Thea wasn't the gifted one. But not now, he wasn't in his right state of mind.

Lorenzo sauntered closer to me. "It's the effect of the blood moon." He paused, turning his gaze on me as Killian and his army shifted into their wolves. "Sheila might be in danger and the Alpha and his men are not in their fucking right minds. What do we do?" Lorenzo asked.

My lips parted to speak but I was silenced by a powerful force of magical energy that swept through the earth. I groaned lightly. Everyone felt it, even the wolves whimpered in submission. The sky darkened more, and the full moon up in the sky burned brightly in red.

This was the white wolf’s doing. Something was wrong with her. I turned to Lorenzo whose gaze was up in the sky. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

"What was that?" Lorenzo asked, "That was exactly what we felt a moment ago. The blood moon, and these. It's the prophesied one, isn't it? It's the White Wolf, she's alive."

My purple gaze stared deeply at Lorenzo. He was one of my most trusted witches, but I didn't have the time to explain everything to him. Not now.

"We have to stop them before something bad happens," I told him. "Get the witches to the Black Blood Pack. The only way to ensure Killian snapped out of the blood rage is to get rid of the blood moon. And for that, I have to find Sheila.”

I left Lorenzo, and with my magic, I teleported to a place I haven't been for a long while, the Black Blood Pack.

It was very familiar, as I literally grew up walking down these hallways. I hurried my steps down the hallways, I turned left when another wave of energy swept through me.

I stopped in my tracks as an immense amount of magic floated around the castle. I kept following the trail of the magic. The more I moved, the magic grew stronger. It led me to the top floor of the castle.

I kept walking and soon, I stood in front of a tall door. Without hesitation, I pulled it open. I rushed in. Instantly, my eyes widened in shock. There were five figures dressed in black, they positioned themselves around a king-sized bed. And in the middle of this was Sheila. She was screaming in so much pain, thrashing on the bed.

What the hell were they doing to her?

I rushed into the chamber, the magical energy within the room was stronger. I pulled my hands up in

the air, about to use my magic on them when a strong hand gripped me tightly.

I spun around, immediately, and my eyes widened more at a dark angry gaze that bored down at me.