DAMIEN.

Witches.

Again.

Those damn witches.

“And before you go on a rampage against all witches,” Lucas says. “I think we can narrow our target to one specific witch. Willow.”

“Who else would it be?” I snark as I turn away from him and punch the wall. “I swear, I am going to take my sweet time killing her when I find her.”

“Assuming, of course, that Maya doesn't kill her first.”

“Of course.”

I turn back around to face him, my gaze falling on Elias’ crumpled body.

“Have someone come to take him back to the clinic,” I tell him.

“Yes, Alpha,” he says as he walks over to...