Princess of the Werewolves novel Chapter 66

"Well whatever it is; its wasn't English" I huffed.

"I'll get Dr. Nale, maybe he'll know" Brian said before walking out.

Now I gotta deal with this witch shit. 'I'm gonna spend the night here' I told Eve through the mind-link.

'Okay. Is everything alright?' she asked.

'Yeah. I just have a lot to do'

'Okay. Goodnight'

'Goodnight, baby. I love you'

'I love you too' she said before putting up her wall. I didn't want to lie to her. But she said that she was stressed out with work, and she needs to take care of Matthew too. The least I can do is take a few things off her plate.

"Alpha" Dr. Nale greeted me.

"Please have a seat" I said gesturing to the couch. Peyton and Brian sat in the love-seat, Dr. Nale sat on the couch, and I sat on the other side of the couch. "A witch cast some spell on me" I informed him, straight-forward.

His eyes went wide. "What kind of spell?"

Peyton spoke up. "We were hoping that you could tell us. Do you understand any of the languages witches speak?"

Dr. Nale nodded. "I know a few languages"

"Okay. Uh... He said 'dát..." I wracked my brain for the rest. "Dát vám moc" I stated.

Dr. Nale thought about it before speaking. "It means 'give you power" he said slowly. He looked confused.

This is so complicated. Why would a witch give me power? "He gave me his magic?" I asked.

Dr. Nale shook his head. "You would've felt it. Did he say anything else?"

I nodded. "It doesn't make sense though. He's probably crazy"

"What did he say?" Brian pressed.

I sighed. "He said to tell Eve that 'he's our child"

"Malcom said that he would force us, if he had to" I said quietly. "Can he do that?" I questioned.

Dr. Nale nodded. "If he's head of the Council, he's high in rank. Which means he has a lot of power and resources"

"And I can't stop him?" I asked.

"Unfortunately not"

Genevieve

Asher finally came home around 8 p.m. Its almost three in the morning; meaning, its technically Friday. The day that Malcom gave us until he 'takes action.' Asher is sound asleep, but my nerves are keeping me awake. I've been laying here for almost an hour, unable to sleep.

Honestly, I'm terrified. I'm afraid of what Malcom will do. I'm afraid for my mate, for Matthew, for my small non-blood family, for all the people protecting me, and for the Blue Moon Pack. When word gets out that I'm their Luna, there will be a huge target on each of the pack members' backs. When I'm officially Luna, they will be my new weakness. When Malcom finds out that Asher and I aren't mated, he might do something crazy. I don't want anyone to get hurt. I just want everyone safe.

I slowly climbed out of bed and Asher subconsciously reached out for me. He grabbed the pillow that I was laying on, and cuddled with it. A smile spread across my face as he inhaled my scent and purred. I still don't understand why we purr. Like we're not cats.

I quietly left Asher's room, then made my way to my office. I passed by a few guards that gave me curious looks, but didn't ask any questions. I walked into my office and sat in my desk chair. Just a few weeks ago, this was Mom's office. I looked around the room, that was still filled with all my mother's stuff. She has at least 70 books on the shelves, framed paintings and family photos hang on the walls, two black leather love-seats, and her favorite grey rug that still has paint splatters.

I remember when we made those stains. Matthew, Shawn, and I were painting in the living room, the rug used to be in there. We had a paint fight, and the rug ended up getting splattered. Mom washed it, but it never came off. She ended up putting a beige one in the living room, and putting the grey rug in here.