**Cassie’s Pov**

We all gathered at the center of our pack community. The witch, Letitia, was left to do her ritual. Burning herbs and materials create a weird blue smoke from the fire.

 

It looks terrifyingly amazing. How the smoke slowly scattered in the air and established a transparent barrier slowly fading away.

 

Letitia almost ended up falling to the ground, but her mate caught him fast. We immediately went to their side.

 

"Is she okay?" I asked with a hint of concern in my tone.

 

The alpha of Ceron Pack nodded with his usual emotionless expression. Sometimes I think about how to handle this monotonous type of leader like...