Hidden Lycan. (COMPLETE)

Chapter twenty

I shot to my feet, every instinct in my body urging me to go and check on Alaric. But I knew a witches magic, I knew the colors. Green was not a fetal blow, it was meant to incapacitate their opponent. The guys didn't know that though. In their mind the witches attacked their pack mate, their brother and they were having no part of it. Low and menacing growls formed deep in their chests as they crouched low preparing to shift. But they never got the chance. The witches lifted their arms, the red glow of a more farmful magic glowing in their hands. 

I darted in between the guys and the witches, grabbing the witches by their collars and throwing them into the house. They landed with a hard thud across the room, the light fading from their hands. "Don't attack." I warned the guys. They each gave me a confused and angry glare in return. "Trust me." I all but snarled at them, getting mad that they would even think I was on the witches side in any shape, form or fashion. 

"What do you want? And what did you do to Alaric?" Xavier growled at the witch as they both stood. I followed each of them carefully with my eyes, and sniffed the air. Lavender, chamomile, sage, mint, rosemary and power but each of them held the scent of cinnamon. My brows raised into my hair line. The mother witch was here, that was odd. And the other two scents meant there were two other witches here, outside it would seem. 

"We came for her." The mother witch snarled, pointing her finger at me. 

"So." I said with a wicked smile. "The mother witch has come to collect me?" I put my hand on my chest as I let a look of mock innocence cover my features. The mother witch however looked at me in astonishment. "How do you know who I am?" 

"I know a lot of things about your kind." I said with the wave of a hand. "Things witches would normally guard with their lives. Like number one. You are the mother witch, leader of your coven. The witches you brought with you are ranked as daughters. They are disposable, replaceable. You didn't even have the sense to bring you sisters." The daughter witches snarled at words. "Fallon, what are you talking about?" Eli asked. 

I sighed heavily. "A witches coven is ranked, just like a pack. The mother is the leader of the coven. Then there are sisters, lower in power to the mother but still powerful in their own right. Then there are daughters, weaker witches. They are the ones the mother will send on missions that they really don't care about. That way if they fail the daughters can be replaced. They are weak, and as I said disposable. The mother and sisters could care less about the daughters.

But the mother witch going on a mission with the daughters is unheard of. Which only means she expects the daughters to die while she takes the prize. Which in this case is me. Sorry to break it to you mother but you will not be taking me. I know more than what I have just revealed about your kind. I was held captive for a long time and is amazing what you can learn when people think no one is listening."

The daughters eyes were wide as they looked to their mother. "Explain." Mother hissed. I laughed darkly, but was cut short as gasps and something brushed against my hip and legs. I looked down and saw...a child? He looked beaten, bruised and bloodied. Cuts criss crossed across his body, deep gashes were on his bare chest that formed some kind of rune. I looked to Eli in horror as I ripped my shirt off and dropped to the boys side to try and stop the bleeding. "Who is this? What's going on?" I pleaded with Eli. 

The mother witch laughed darkly. I glared at her. "What did you do?" I growled. "Just a little spell." She chuckled. A spell? She only cast one. My eyes widened as I turned back to the boy. "Alaric?" I whispered. He nodded stiffly, his blue eyes boring into mine. I pushed him behind me, my lycan forcing herself to the surface as a growl formed deep within my chest. "Change him back." I demanded, my voice changing from mine to a mixture of mine and my lycans. 

Fear crossed the mother witches eyes. "No." She said flatly. "Don't think I don't know the way around your damn spells." I hissed. "Change him back now, or I'll take the other route." I told her. "I don't know what you mean." She said darkly. I roared as I shot to her and wrapped my hand around her throat. "You change him back now." I demanded. "I can kill you right here and right now. I know killing a witch reverses all spells she has ever cast. Only death by natural causes can keep a spell intact. So unless you want all your spell reversed, change him back." venom filled my words as I tightened my grip.

"How could you possibly know?" She gasped. "Because I do. Just like I know two more witches are outside, just like your covens scent is cinnamon. Their scent is mine now. I can hunt them down and kill every one on of them and make you watch. Now I don't know what spell you cast to turn him into a beaten and bloodied child, but you better reverse it before he bleeds out. Because I can promise you this, if he dies your coven dies." I promised her. 

"I reverted him to a child. The state in which he reverted is the state he was in as a child." She hissed. "I had nothing to do with his wounds." I was shocked but couldn't let that bother me now. With an idea crossing my mind I dropped the mother and darted outside. My lycan was fast, and strong. So hunting the other witches down, I let my claws come out and cut their hands off so they couldn't cast magic and hauled them into the house throwing them in front of their mother. 

The witches cried and moaned in pain as the writhed on the floor in front of her. "Strike one." I hissed. "Change him back." I commanded again as the mother stared down at the now handless witches. She looked back up to me, her eyes hard. "No." She said again. My lip curled over my teeth and I plunged my hand into one of the witches chests and pulled out her heart. Her eyes were wide and her mouth open in shock, her still beating heart was in my hand. The witch dropped to the floor and I dropped her heart beside her. 

My lycan was fighting like crazy to come out and carve her like a christmas ham but I held her back. "The next one will be yours." I warned. Black magic formed on the daughter witches hands. I sneered as I made quick work of slashing all of their throats before they could hurt anyone in the room. "Your turn." I growled. "What are you?" The mother witch asked as a white light formed on her hands and she shot it at Alaric. White, reversal spell. I smiled a mixture of relief and malice. "I am your death if you come back here to hurt my men." 

I could feel my lycan beneath my skin, I felt that I'd grown several inches as she pushed herself forward begging me to kill the last witch before me. "Fallon that's enough." Alaric's voice came from behind me. I turned and saw he was back to his usual perfectly flawless adult self. "You've made your point, the witch understands the danger she faces here. Let the last witch live to send a message to the others." I sneered at his words. 

"Fine." I hissed, stepping away from the mother. "I know your covens scent. If any of them come back here I'll come for you." I warned her. She looked between the four dead witch around her before looking to me, terror in her eyes. "Understood." She said, bowing her head to me. That movement caught me off guard, but I didn't have a chance to question it as she just disappeared, vanished like she'd never been there. 

I stood before the dead witches, my shoulders heaving with the furry and immense guilt of what I'd just done. Bloodthirsty. I'd warned them, I'd told them she was bloodthirsty. A hand landed on my shoulder, but I pulled away from the touch. "No." I shouted backing away from everyone. "I warned you." I whispered angrily to them. "I warned you what she was, that I couldn't control her. Now that I've let her out it's even harder. She'll kill anyone and everyone who posses a threat. She won't ask questions." 

I looked up to them. "Being held captive they tortured me daily. Unimaginable things were done to me because they wanted me to let her out but I refused because I was scared of this. Scared of hurting people, scared of being used as some kind of weapon. I never, never wanted to hurt anyone. Never wanted to be the cause of anyone'd death. Now I've killed six people. And for what? My parents were self defense. But these witches? They were weak, they couldn't have hurt anyone. 

You want to know the worst part? Their deaths were mostly me. My lycan helped, lending me her strength and speed. Helping me by extending her claws through my hands. The only thing I could think about was saving all of you. Helping Alaric before he bled out as a child. Which I still don't understand that part. I'm a monster, a murderer. The devil lives within me and I can't control her." I balled my hands into tight fists and shook my head. "I'm sorry." I whispered. I couldn't run this time, I had to face it, I had to take responsibility. 

"Fallon a lyacn is not like a wolf. A lycan is like having another soul attached to you. She has her own personality, her own likes and dislikes. Her protectiveness for her mates is in her blood, she can't help it. If there is even the slightest chance of danger she will surface and intervene. It will be nearly impossible to hold her back. It's not your fault." Alaric explained. 

I laughed humorlessly as I ran a hand down my face. "That." I said pointing to the c*****e on the floor. "Was over kill. It was brutal and vicious. I don't want to be that person. Violence just isn't me, or it wasn't at least. I don't want to be a monster." I finished on a whisper. 

"Do you know what my wolf would have done if that was you?" Eli asked stepping up beside Alaric. I shook my head, tears burning behind my eyes. "My wolf would have took over and ripped that witch to pieces without warning. You gave them a chance, you gave them options. They didn't listen. You have better control than you think. It was when the mother kept refusing that your lycan grew inpatient and aggressive."

"Maybe." I sighed. "What do we do about this?" I asked motioning to the death before us. "We clean it up." Xavier said with a shrug, as if it really didn't matter. "You go get cleaned up, we'll take care of this." Alaric said placing a heavy hand on my shoulder. I covered his hand with mine without even thinking about it and smiled. "Thanks." I said lightly. There was a lightness in his eyes as he shook his head at me. "No Fallon. Thank you. What you did when I was a child, when I was bleeding out you....Well you tried to help. That's more than anyone else done for me." I furrowed my brow but he just walked away leaving me to wonder what he meant.