The incident
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Alpha Derick stopped in his tracks, Hazel’s voice echoing in his head like a ghost refusing to stay buried:
“You think she'd be proud of you torturing an innocent person just because you're too childish to grief properly Alpha?”
He froze in disbelief that she could still have the guts to utter such words after what she had just received. He turn to her with furor in this eyes, aiming to crush off the last piece of breath she had at the moment.
"Shut the f**k up! Your people poisoned her, you killed and whatever it is that's happening to you right now, you deserve it," he growled, grabbing her face.
Hazel's mind shifted, despite the searing pain of his fingers tearing her skin open.
Pools of blood and bodies shattered everywhere, Sasha and Draco slaughtering witches as though they were made of sand. Screams rose from all directions, wolves, witches and warriors running, injured, dying. They clawed and teared the first thing they saw, women and children, with palace wizards that just wanted to witness the restauration of peace in the white fur forest.
"My lady," the guards yelled, trying to pull her back and hide her from the Alpha and his mates.
But she didn't answer, the shock and the sights of the house where the children and student witches were supposed to be protected was covered in thick suffocating blood.
She ran across the lifeless bodies, shoving aside debris, ignoring the searing pain of her loved ones in agony licking at her skin.
The Alpha's heart nearly gave out as he turned frantically, eyes searching— around the entrance to the room.
Bodies piled up on the floor, pulling her gaze to the wailing children and maids, her heart seized at the sight before her.
"What? Are you desperate? Desperate to save them," Alpha Derick mocked, the key to the room in his hands.
"Get the f**k out of my way you animal! How could you be laughing at the sight of these innocent stolen lives! Get the f**k OUT OF HERE ALPHA!!," Hazel screamed setting in her hands to cast a spell throwing the alpha to the wall on the other side of the room, then a sword in hand, she moved to grab the keys from him.
"Really? WHAT ABOUT MY LUNA!!? Are you going to bring back my Evelyn, are you able to bring her back to LIFE!?" He growled, the burning flames of his anger reflecting in his eyes.
"I-I cannot..."
"Exactly, you cannot, so you don't get to negotiate, everyone in this place dies together with my wife, because your people killed my world,"
"No one from my place killed your Luna, please, this is not necessary! We have shed enough blood on this vain hatred! I need to keep my loved ones alive!" She begged.
"No, break it open, you're a witch after all," he taunted, throwing the key in his hands away.
"No...no...no...no! The f**k did you do! What is wrong with you!!" She yelled, slamming her body against the hot metal door.
"They're babies, you cannot kill them! You f*****g monster!" Hazel cussed, slamming her body hard despite the wounds.
Sasha and Draco fast approached the door where the children are students were hiding. Doors in the palace were echanted so that no spell can open them, but only keys, special keys given to the privileged like Hazel, the princess of the kingdom. The queen was out on a Trip Hazel was to represent the kingdom in this peace treaty.
The Alpha had successfully snatched them when one of the kids tried to hide in the room, locking the kid from outside. The claws of high ranked werewolves were strong enough to break off the door, because the enchantment worked only for witches and wizards.
"You'll regret this," Hazel said, as her eyes glinted with a cold look, blood trickled from the corner of her lips as she summoned the protection seal, and casted them over the building, and fell onto a maid's dead bother, weak from the amount of strength it took to summon the protection spell.
Alpha Derick stepped closer and punched her guts, pulled her hair and dragged her against the burning debris before she fell unconscious.
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"Alpha Derick," A guard called, snapping her out of the thought of how she ended up in this demons dungeon.
Another scream tore through Hazel lips as they whipped her skin.
“Even in your nightmares,” Hazel said softly, her body barely holding on, "you couldn't save her and I wonder what you would look like when you finally realize you're being a fool, your wife's killer's out there and you're punishing me, you're not only an i***t, a foolish alpha,"
Alpha Derick didn't say a word and instead just nodded to the guards who walked into the room with a silvery potion.
Hazel's gaze turned to the potion, her eyes almost pleading as she stared at alpha Derick who walked closer to her chained hanging body.
"Your people killed my Luna, and while I might not be able to make you feel the same pain I'm feeling right, you'll at least feel something," He said and motioned to the guards.
"Why won't you just kill me Instead, you're feeding off your ego by seeing me in pain?" She taunted, spitting weakly on his face.
"You're still not able to feel the pain of everything that's been happening," Alpha Derick replied, "that potion will stop you from using your evil magic to shield yourself," alpha Derick said, an evil grin forming on his face.
"Feed her the potion and make sure she doesn't die," He ordered before leaving the room.
The guards approached her slowly, like she was some dangerous beast even in chains.
“keep her ass down!,” one of the guards ordered, handling roughly her hands and trying to stuck her limbs firm together. He pulled up her snow white hair making her hiss in pain.
Hazel groaned, her head lolling to the side, eyes fluttering open just enough to catch the gleam of the silver potion approaching her lips.
She fought with all the strength she had left, the guards were too many and strong for her but she succeeded in getting a sight of what the potion looked like. The silver sealing potion, a temporary threat to witches abilities, enough to make her powerless for about 2 days. She intensified her efforts with all the will she could.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” the older guard said, tilting the vial.
“Go to hell,” she whispered hoarsely.
The potion touched her lips...It burned, like swallowing fire.
Her whole body convulsed as it slid down her throat, the silver searing its way through her. Her heart stuttered. Her vision went white.
Every ounce of shielding she had left — her magic, her mental walls, her last line of defense — shattered instantly like the ruins of what the witch house was during the war.
A scream tore through her lips, but It wasn’t the same scream as before. Not from lashes or burns or bruises. This was deeper. This came from within. Like her soul itself was being torn apart.
She coiled herself on the ground like a warm, feeling her powers leaving her and her hair slowly turning ash grey.
"Did it work?" one of them whispered.
The other nodded grimly. “It’s working. No magic left. She’s vulnerable now.”
Hazel fought for air getting back to her lungs. She felt empty and unbothered. Her powers were completely drained out, she was just a bare ant at the Alpha's mercy, about to receive the worst pain ever inflicted to anyone. But she didn't cry, she didn't stutter nor fear, she knew her people and was ready to carry their innocence as a sin on her back, till her last breath is given away.
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