Chapter 8 Unknowns

The witches moved like shadows through the forest, their red veils fluttering against the wind that howled through the tree trunk.

Their gowns swirled around their ankles, the heavy fabric brushing against the forest floor. The forest was quiet, occasionally punctuated by the chirping of cricket and the snapping of twigs beneath their feets.

Seven of them, their faces hidden except for one. Maya.

She led them with an air of authority, her presence commanding the very air around her.

The gem she clutched in her hand glowed faintly, a soft hum of power radiating from it. Unlike the others, she had no veil, the serene glow of tne moon rested on her, highlighting the sharp features of her body. She looked pale yet flawless.

Her lips were pressed into a firm line, and she kept an unreadable straight face, her eyes darting across the forest path.

The thunder rumbled in the cloud, lightning flashing over head. They seemed unfazed by the knowledge that a storm was coming. It felt like they bent nature according to their will.

Who were they? The seven daughters of Sabrina; the great witch.

Maya suddenly halted her motion, stoping right in her tracks. She felt uneasy.  She raised a hand, signaling the group to stop.

The witches stopped immediately, as if controlled by an invisible obedient thread.

“We are being followed,” she whispered, her voice low and deadly. Her green eyes darted around her, but there was no form of life. A smirk crept across her face.

“Nice,’” she growled.

With a twist of her finger, the moon disappeared behind an impenetrable cloud, plunging the forest into darkness. The lanterns the witches carried flickered off, the darkness swallowing them whole.

The witches bowed, waiting for Maya's command, their hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of their daggers. They were ready to put up a fight with whoever it was that was stalking them.

Maya’s lips moved in a whisper, as she offered prayers to the ancient spirits of the forest. The air grew cold, the wind blowing strongly.

A violent gust blew through the trees, scattering leaves, the howling of the wind capable of sending shivers down anybody's spine.

A few minutes later, the wind stopped and the forest went still, as if it was holding it's breath. A low mocking laughter escaped Maya's lips.

“Coward,” she muttered. She could hear the stalker retreating, clearly she was a formidable force no one would there mess with. With a snap of her fingers, the moonlight returned, bathing the forest once more in its silver glow.

They moved again, walking steadily through the muds. After what seemed like an eternity, they stopped before and ancient rock which smelt like moist mixed with decayed animals.

The witches dropped to their knees in unison, their veiled heads bowing low. Maya stood tall, pulling a dagger from  her robe.  The blade glinted under the raidiance of the moonlight. Her tongue flickered out and she licked the sharp edge of the blade.

She raised her left thumb in the mid air, slicing her finger, the red warm crimson liquid trickling down her thumb. She licked it, savouring the taste it had to offer, her eyes glowing in the dark.

She pressed her bloodied thumb against the rock. Suddenly, the ground trembled violently, the sound echoing through the forest.

“Goddess of the Night,” Maya whispered, her voice calm.

“your daughters are present.”

The rock split open immediately, showing a dark hall way. Without hesistation, Maya walked in, her steps steady as she led the witches into the inner chambers.

The walls of the passage were damp and cold, the flicker of Sabrina’s gem the only source of light. The rock behind them sealed with a resounding echo, trapping them in the darkness.

The passage led them to a chamber, the scent of flowers mixed with ointments hanging heavy in the air.

The witches moved to their places, forming a circle around Maya. She was Sabrina's first disciple and had gained alot of knowledge from her.

They sat cross-legged, their veils hiding their expressions. Maya stepped into the center, raising her blood stained palm into the air.

“Great mother, Sabrina. We summon you,” she whispered continuously.

The rest of the witches followed suite, repeating the words which escaped her lips, their faces still buried. They weren't qualified  to stare at Sabrina's eyes.

Sabrina being the first daughter of darkness was a power house. Despite being powerful, she lost her life while fighting the past Alpha’sof the red pack and was slain by Alpha Darren. And now, she was about to be resurrected.

Her daughters had managed to steal the orb which would resurrect her from an old wizzard.

The chanting grew louder, more urgent, as the orb blazed brighter. The witches bowed in perfect sync, they moved like fluid with practiced ease.

A strange energy dominated the atmosphere,the air thick with tension as they kept reciting their chants. They could feel dark energy surge through their veins as a portal appeared.

Then, with a sound like cracking stone, the rocks trembled, the portal between them widening. A figure emerged from the darkness beyond, stepping into the glowing light.

Sabrina.

She was a Beauty to behold.  Her raven hair cascaded down her back, dark as the her heart itself. Her makeup, carefully applied, accentuating her sharp features and the fierce, almost predatory look in her eyes.

Her lips, painted a in black, curled into a slow, knowing smile. She straightened her sleeves,her eyes scanning the room. A smirk tugged beside her lips.

“My children,” she whispered slowly, biting her lower lips.

Maya lifted her gaze, acknowledging the presence of the witch she looked up to. Her heat beat pounding in her chest with excitement violently.

“Mother,” the witches said in unison.

“We have waited long enough,” one of the witches whispered, her voice trembling with fear.

“The Lycans and the Werewolves have oppressed us for too long. They will not get away with it any longer.”

After the words left her lips, the room erupted into murmurs.

Sabrina raised her hand, silencing the murmurs. The room fell silent.

“I know,” she said, her voice calm, low and dangerousl. “The prophecy has already begun to unfold.”

She reached for the red orb, her fingers brushing over the surface. The light within the orb grew brighter, almost blinding as if it recognized her and the energy she carried.

“The child,” Sabrina continued, her voice growing stronger.

“The one born to bring about the end of the Lycans… she has been born. And she will be the one to ruin Alpha Darren and his pack—the Reds.”

One of the witches close to Sabrina dared to ask,

“How do you know?”

“How dare you question me?” Sabrina asked sharply, averting her gaze to the speaker.

“Mother, she's just our newest recruit. Forgiver her insolence,” Maya pleaded, bowing down.

Sabrina's gaze narrowed as she exhaled. She dragged her feet to the carved wooden throne, her hand draping lazily over the arm rest.

“Very well then,” Sabrina mumbled. “I forgive her.”

She paused, noting the expressions on the Witches faces.

“We have turned into game for werewolves ever since you…passed away, Mother. We were forced into hiding, occasionally running for our lives,” Maya said, a hint of sadness in her voice.

Sabrina's brow furrowed, her muscles twitched beneath her skin. She felt a mix of emotions surging through her veins. Anger? Sadness? Disgust? Hatred?

More like she felt all at once and she blamed her self for it.

“I know Child. I'm back to  make them blead,” she whispered, tightening her jaw.

The room was silent, the Witches absorbing the words which flowed from her lips.

“I’ll do what I feel is right,” Sabrina said, her  words filled with angerl. “We will find this child. But I will be the one to fortify her, to shape her power. I will be the one to bring her to the Lycans. And when she is ready… we will destroy them.”

“Long live the mother of darkness!” Maya screamed, excitement coursing through her veins.

“Long live!” the witches responded in unison.

Sabrina stood on her feet, moving with the grace of a predator, her hips swaying as the witches worshiped her. She loved it.

“I’ll find her,” Sabrina said, almost to herself. “And when I do, the Lycans will never know what hit them.”

The cold night air of Los Angeles hit her skin, the atmosphere charges as Sabrina walked down the street with purpose, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement, as her hips swayed. She wore a tight, black dress that clung to her curves in all the right places, the street lights bathing her flawless skin. It was a look designed to turn heads—and it did.

Her eyes swept over the city with a calculated gaze. This wasn’t her first time in Los Angeles, and it certainly wouldn’t be her last. Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, she had a mission.

She slipped into a nearby café, the scent of fresh coffee filling the air as she passed through the door. She moved to the counter, her eyes scanning the room before she walked over to the counter.

Her fingers brushed the edge of a cup, and the barista made her a hot steamy chocolate coffee without a word. Sabrina didn’t need to ask. Her presence alone commanded service.

She took a sip, savouring the unique taste of the coffee. For a moment, she let herself relax as she took multiple sips. But the moment was short lived.

A man, a handsome one with a smirk that betrayed his intentions, slid on the barstool beside her. He stared at her, as if scrunitizing her features, lust etched on his face as he bit his lips slowly.

“You know, you’re quite the sight,” he said, his voice low, seductive. “Mind if I join you?”

Sabrina didn’t bother to look at him. She took another sip of her chocolate coffee, her fingers resting around the cup. She ignored him for a while before speaking.

“I don’t think so,” she said, her voice calm, betraying the storm raging through her body. This was one of the reasons she disliked traveling to advanced city like Los Angeles.

But the man was persistent. He leaned closer, his hand brushing against her arm, his voice laced with arrogance and pride.

“You don’t know what you’re missing, sweetheart,” he said, his lips curling into a grin.

That was it. She had gotten enough of this. Her eyes darkened, her grip tightening around the cup.

“Those ass would soon be mine,”he mumbled, leaning close to her ear for a kiss, a cringe worthy smile crawling across her lips.

Sabrina took a deep breath. He wanted her, and she was going to give him all of her.

With a snap of her finger, the man's attire vanished,leaving him almost naked. His dick print was visible on his brief.

A smug curled up her lips,

“Shall we dance?” Sabrina whispered, raising her brow wickedly as she stared at the man's face.

His face was pale, his eyes widening in surprise. With a twist of her finger and invisible force dragged him up, forcing him into the middle of the Cafe.

He began to dance—awkwardly—right there in the café, spinning around like a fool. The laughter of the other patrons filled the room, but Sabrina didn’t move an inch. She didn’t even glance at him as he embarrassed himself further.

She finished her coffee, setting the empty cup down. Without a word, she rose and walked out of the café, the man still dancing behind her.

Outside, the cool night's air bit her skin and she smiled.

“This is going to be a long night,” she mumbled, biting her lower lips.

Los Angeles. It was time to find the child. The one who would fulfill the prophecy. And once she did, Alpha Darren and his pack, the Reds, wouldn’t know what hit them.

She'd make them pay for everything they've done to her and her coven!