81 – PLAGUE CARRIER
THIRD PERSON POV
“Make way for the Supreme Mother,” Baylor’s strained voice sounded from the entrance of the cave to the Witches’ headquarters.
He had Lady Cecile’s right hand swung over his shoulder and he was half carrying, half dragging her as she could barely walk on her own.
The rest of the warlocks and witches poured in with them, pushing back the eager and scared crowd that was beginning to gather.
Lady Cecile still felt a trembling in her hand as her head hung low and was pounding like someone was using a mortar to strike relentlessly against it.
She still could not believe what transpired, never in a million years did she think that she would run into alpha Michael herself. She came down there to supervise his demise but she never planned to actually face
