Chapter 252

"Open the damn door."

The bossy voice made Killian grit his teeth, and he clenched his fists. Maybe he should have asked Laxus to scout this woman out of the pack s territory when he had the time. The witch had no idea, or maybe she didn t give a damn about showing the respect that she should be showing him as the alpha of this pack.

"Who is it?" Inez asked with a tilt of her head. She sounded confused, bless her heart. She was the only reason why he hadn t killed Tracy and left her corpse outside the territory s borders for the rogues to feed on.

"No one of importance," Killian spoke through gritted teeth. He wanted to ignore the woman outside, but the second he spoke those words, there was another knock, and Tracy s muffled voice echoed once again, "Do you think that a closed door can stop me? I am being nice by asking you to open the door. So open it before I lose my patience, you damned mutt."

I am going to kill her.

His beast growled in his head, and he sounded furious, and Killian didn t blame him. He had every right to be furious, especially with how the witch continued to insult them. His beast has the blood of the lycan king, and for thousands of years, no one had looked down on him. And yet this witch, whom they didn t even know or had the slightest idea about, was looking down on them.

You can kill her once she is done helping Inez. Killian reminded his beast, who was still bursting with little explosions of anger, but was now a bit more restrained. Of course, the safety of Inez was the only thing that could make his beast calm down.

"What s going on?" Inez asked. Her brows furrowing slightly as her gaze darted from the door to him. She couldn t understand what was going on, and Killian didn t blame her. She had gone through so much in just one night. What she needed was more rest and peace, but these two things seemed to have nothing to do with the witch outside. She was still banging on the door, her knocks getting louder by the second as if she was going to break the door down.

"I am coming!" Killian snapped as he got to his feet and then walked over to the door. Annoyed and angry that Tracy couldn t have waited for one more darn second. He pulled open the door as he crossed the room and said to her, "I am glad to see that you understand the term patience." Sarcasm dripped from his voice, and the witch simply rolled her eyes at him.

She walked past him and entered the room, and when she saw Inez on the bed, Tracy s eyes softened for the first time. She walked over to the bed and took over the stool on which Killian was sitting till now. She said to her with a smile, "How are you feeling, princess?"

Inez shot a look of pure confusion at Tracy before turning to look at Killian, who was scowling at the woman. She then heard him say, "I did tell you that she needed more rest. What part of this simple sentence couldn t you understand?"

"You do not understand what I can," Tracy glanced at the man with a hint of annoyance in her tone. She sounded like a stern teacher who was dealing with a rather troubled child. She said to him, "She was attacked by dark magic. I need to make sure that there are no remnants left."

Killian stiffened. From his expression, Inez knew that the man hadn t thought of it. He asked quietly, "Why didn t you tell me?" noveldrama

"I was going to tell you, but you were so adamant on separating Inez from me that I had no choice." Tracy rolled her eyes once again and turned to look at Inez. She shot her a smile before reaching out and holding her hand in front of Inez. "May I?"

Inez had no idea what the woman was trying to do, but she nodded and took her hand. The second she touched Tracy s hand, she felt a zap of energy shoot through her skin. But this current was warm, soothing, like a mother s caress.

Inez, who had never felt something like this before, was quite stunned. She raised her head and looked at Tracy, who sighed. "It seems like that witch really went hard on you, didn t she?"

"I think she did," Inez replied, still confused.

"Of course she did," Tracy commented. "You had pushed her to a corner, and she had no other choice but to use such a spell. You are lucky that your body is stronger than you think, or else you would have died last night." Tracy frowned as she raised her hand and rubbed her fingers; as she did it, black fumes rose in the air and slowly dissipated with a hiss.

She glanced at Inez, whose eyes were still fixed on the remnants of the dark magic that was flowing within her veins till now. She said to her, "How are you feeling now?"

Inez blinked her eyes and thought over. The wooziness was gone, and so was the throbbing headache. She felt better than she did when she woke up. "I feel better."

"It s good to know," Tracy smiled.

"What are you doing here?" Inez asked as she looked at the woman with confusion marring her eyes. It was one thing that her seamstress turned out to be a witch, but what she could not understand was why she was here.

Tracy leaned back. There was something graceful about her actions which made Inez feel awe. "I told you that you remind me of an old friend, didn t I?"

When Inez nodded, Tracy s smile widened. She said to her, "I came here because I had a feeling that you were in danger. The last time I met you, things were not looking good for you. The ties of fate were way too tangled and dark."