SHILHI’S POV

I threw the last mandrake into the cauldron pot as I prepared another set of potions for Alpha Zadok. 

Joy filled my heart at the thought of his face when he finally realised what a fool he was - A joy I planned to share with the exterminated clan of witches after I sacrificed them at the heart of the dark forest. 

Poor Ithra. I wondered how she would feel knowing she was but a means to an end. 

The pot’s content boiled under the threshing fire, and I put in the secret ingredient of the Alpha’s potion - A sealing spell. 

My mouth moved, and murmurs of...