The Lost Werewolf's Mate

The first encounter

Victor summoned the White Witch to his office. Victor’s temper flared up like wildfire as soon as she entered the room.

“I don’t understand why you couldn’t have warned us about the rogue attack.” His eyes blazed with fury, his voice booming in the small room. “You’re supposed to be the witch with all the answers. So why didn’t you see this coming? What good are you if you can’t predict a simple attack?”

The White Witch was getting more irritated by the second. She could feel her blood boiling with anger. She clenched her fists, her eyes flashing with fury. “I’m not a seer, Alpha Victor,” she spat her voice tight with frustration. “I can’t predict every single attack that’s going to happen. And even if I could, what good would it do? I don't remember you listening to me. You act with no consideration for the consequences of your actions!”

Victor was losing control of his emotions and his inner wolf. His anger was like a raging inferno, consuming him from the inside out. He couldn’t believe that the witch had failed them once again. He let out a guttural growl, a sound that sent shivers down the spines of everyone in the room.

“That’s not a suitable answer, my dear,” he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. “You made a deal with me to owe me your services. What good are you to us if you can’t warn us about an attack? You’re nothing but a useless liability.”

The witch’s face twisted into a scowl, her patience wearing thin. “I’ve been doing everything in my power to help your pack,” she retorted, her voice sharp with frustration. “For the past ten years, I’ve done your bidding, Victor, much to my regret.”

Emile, the gamma, stepped forward, his eyes flashing with concern. “Alpha Victor, we need to focus on the matter at hand, the rogues,” he said, his voice soft and calm. “We must devise a plan to defend ourselves when they strike again.”

The alpha snarled, but he knew Emile was right. He couldn’t let his anger get the best of him. He needed to stay focused on the task at hand. “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “We’ll deal with you later.” He dismissed the witch with a wave, not even bothering to look at her as she left the room.

*****

The White Witch, Eliza, sat in her cottage on the outskirts of the pack village, feeling more like a prisoner than a respected witch. Alpha Victor’s words still echoed in her mind, accusing her of withholding information about the rogue attacks. How could she have foreseen these attacks?

As she looked down at her amulet, her heart sank. Her amulet was the source of her power, a conduit that allowed her to channel magic whenever needed. Over time, her magical abilities had weakened, and the amulet, once a stunning piece of silver and jewels, was now losing its shine. Like all amulets, it needed to be recharged regularly. Her coven had a special ritual for this, but Eliza had been away for too long, and her amulet’s power was fading.

****Eliza flashback****

The forest whispered its secrets to Eliza as she walked deeper into the woods, lost in her thoughts. Suddenly, she heard a loud growl. She stopped in her tracks while taking in the gruesome scene before her.

She saw what must have been a rogue werewolf beaten, battered, and chained to a tree. There was a powerful and intimidating figure who stood before him. Eliza felt his Alpha aura rolling off of him. Why was he here? She always avoided werewolf territory. They’re such reactive creatures.

She approached the scene cautiously, her hand gripping the amulet around her neck. But as she got closer, she realized with a sinking feeling that her amulet was not recharged. She was defenceless against the powerful werewolf, and he knew it.

Victor’s piercing gaze locked onto her as she approached, and Eliza felt a chill run down her spine. “Who are you? Why are you here?” he demanded.

Eliza tried to keep her voice steady. “I’m Eliza, a healer,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

Victor arched an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Is that what you call yourself nowadays, witch?” He paused, looking at her intensely. “Do you know who I am?” he asked. “I am Alpha Victor of the Blood Moon pack.” He continued, not waiting for her reply. “How did you get there? We don’t take kindly to outsiders interfering in our affairs.”

“I understand,” Eliza replied, a hint of steel in her voice. “I didn’t know I had crossed into werewolf territory.” She offered, knowing well they were not in werewolf territory.

Victor crossed his arms over his chest, still eyeing her warily.

“I’ll just be on my way. Don’t mind me. It would be as if I saw nothing at all,” Eliza offered, her voice softening slightly. “I do not want any trouble.”

“Why should I let you live?” he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

Eliza took a step closer, her hand tightening around her amulet. “Maybe there is something I can help you with?” she offered.

Victor considered her words for a moment longer, and Eliza held her breath, waiting for his response. Finally, he nodded, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“Interesting offer. Maybe. Come to think of it. I may need a witch one day. It would be fun to know one that owes me her life,” he said, his eyes glittering with amusement.

Eliza’s heart sank at the thought of owing anything to that Alpha wolf. But she kept her voice steady, refusing to show her fear.

Victor studied her for a moment longer before turning back to the rogue. With a swift strike to his chest, he killed him.

“Not sure why you would doubt me? I see your amulet, witch, and it doesn’t have the strength to beat me.”

Eliza watched as the rogue bled to death, taking in the Alpha’s words. She understood then that getting away from this Alpha would not be easy.

“You will make yourself available to me when I need your skills,” he finally offered.

With her long white hair cascading down her shoulders, Eliza looked up at him with piercing green eyes. “I am not in the habit of being at the beck and call of anyone, let alone an Alpha wolf. However, I will provide a way to contact me, but only for an emergency.”

It did not satisfy Victor with her response. “I demand that you provide me with a more immediate way to reach you. I may require your skills and need to know if you will be available.”

“I do not owe you my servitude. I have already agreed to help you with an emergency. That should be sufficient,” Eliza said. This wolf was different. He had an undeniable, commanding presence. She wondered why his aura felt commanding to her, but she didn’t have time to explore that thought right now.

Victor pondered her response, took a menacing step toward her, and growled. “You seem to misunderstand me. I could end your life right here and right now. I would not push my luck if I were you. Give me a way to contact you at my discretion.”

“If you need my help, you can leave a message for me in the fire pit beside the old oak in the middle of the forest. Write your message on paper, then burn it in the fire pit. I will receive your message through the smoke and come to you as soon as possible.”

Victor was not pleased with this arrangement but knew he had no choice. “Very well,” he said finally. “I accept your offer. But know this, Eliza, if you ever betray me or my pack, you will regret it.”

Eliza stood her ground, not intimidated by the alpha wolf. “I am not one to be threatened, Victor. I will honour my agreement with you, but you will regret it if you cross me or harm innocents.”

And with that, Victor turned and left the clearing where they met. His mind is already churning with plans to use Eliza’s skills to his advantage.

*****END FLASHBACK*****

That was her first, and, unfortunately, not her last, encounter with Victor. Several years after their first encounter, he used Eliza’s calling card. She had hoped he would forget about her, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.