Lycan Alpha's Untamed Luna

Chapter 242: An Attack from the Dark (2) "Ouch, ouch, ouch." Inez grabbed hold of her twisted foot and grimaced slightly. She could not understand Evelyn; she couldn't understand her actions and thoughts either. Even when she told her that doing something like this would bring trouble to her pack, she still went ahead and did it. Did she think that Inez was going to die after she fell from the balcony? Maybe she did.

Many shifters underestimated latents just because they had no wolf. They took them as humans when the truth was that even without a wolf, they had shifter blood in them. No latent would die after being pushed off the third or fourth floor. Injured yes but they won't die.

Inez pushed herself off from the ground. Exhaling as the cool air from the ocean fluttered over her skin and ruffled her hair. She tried to walk forward but the second she placed even the lightest amount of weight on her injured foot, a wave of pain shot through her. Curse her bloodline and the dynamics of the world.

Why couldn't a siren heal herself with her own song when she could heal the entire world? What could she even do by mending her own foot? Take over the world? With a song? Hah! But then all the anger that was sizzling within her veins cooled down. Who could she blfor this situation if not her? She had been dealing with Evelyn for years and yet she didn't see it coming. It was never her words that got to Bree; she had been used to them. But she never expected that the woman would suddenly turn so daring that she would push her off the balcony. But then again, she did start to doubt her identity.

Maybe that was what gave her the push? Realising that there was no point in standing like a fool, she started pushing herself forward with her uninjured foot. Trying to keep the weight off her injured one was a task that needed to be awarded. With the heavy dress and everything else, Inez was sure that she could have brought ha medal.

She hopped one time, then twice. The sound of the door opening and closing echoed behind her and she ignored it, thinking it was one of the drunken guests or something of the sort. She just hoped that it wasn't Killian or else the party was about to turn into a war zone. He wouldn't like what Evelyn had done and as an alpha, he would totally take it as an attack on his pride.

She didn't want that. As much as she would have loved to tattle, Inez wouldn't want the two packs to go to war because of her, because she wasn't that kind of person.

A gust of wind swept over her, bringing with it the scent of rotting garbage, pine and musk along with something that didn't belong. A witch.

Her eyes flipped open and she turned to look behind her. She put down her injured foot, ready to force it to run, when something sank into her skin. She hissed in pain. Furious, her siren shot to full alertness and lunged to the surface. She wanted to take the reins, let Inez fall back and let her deal with whatever threat that they were facing but they couldn't.

There were too many shifters and too many risks. If they turned and shifted, then they would lose the hthat they had finally found, and she couldn't let that happen.

So yeah, they couldn't shift.

Her siren seemed to understand it. Even though she didn't like it, she liked Killian enough to not shift.

Inez dropped her gaze and looked at the things that were sticking out of her flesh. Darts. Fucking darts. Since when did witches stop their usual voodoo and start messing around with these things? And why? The culprit stepped out of the shadows. She was dressed in a hoodie that looked like a balaclava or those robes that the witches wore ever so often. Her face was hidden but the tranquilliser gun in her hands was sticking right out. She was staring at Inez with those eerie grey eyes that shone and shimmered even in darkness.

Motherfucking motherfucker. It would be senseless to call for help-whatever potion that this witch had filled the darts with had jammed her pack bond. She couldn't call Killian or anyone, as a matter of fact.

A strange lightness started to flutter through her. A feeling she couldn't quite put into words. Goddamn these witches. She knew that she was going to pass out soon. She also knew that she couldn't do that without alerting everyone about the presence of this witch in the territory or else she would attack someone else after her.

"You should have died the last time," the witch said. "Why won't you just die—" Inez launched herself at the witch. She didn't shift; she couldn't but that didn't mean that she was harmless. She never was.

Inez had long learnt that there were times when she had to rely on herself. Dominic and the boys might have been a bunch of arseholes to her but there were times when they looked after her; they had taught her what she would need to defend herself. Though Inez was not skilled, she was not exactly weak either.

Yanking the dagger out of her stocking, where she had hidden it, she stabbed it in the arm of the witch. The tranquilliser gun fell down to the ground with a clang.

The witch screamed and Inez shot her hand forward to rip her hood off. She wanted to see who this om trespasser was and how she stepped inside the territory when Third Eye had drawn new sigils to keep witches out. There had to be a reason. Either this witch was a pack member or she was with someone.

The traitor who had been helping the witches. Either way, Inez was going to find out who this intruder was.

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