Dreams Do Come True

Chapter Twenty-Five

They placed me in weird clothing, an old victorian dress that had rips and even some leftover blood stains on it.

"This used to be Hilda's gown. Necessary for the sacrifice, now go over there." A man in dark clothing bellowed. I assumed he was the leader because he directed the witches on how to make the circle.

I overheard them say that the circle would suck me dry of my magic until all that's left, is an empty shell.

I was scared; all my fight had drained out of me. I began to think, what was beyond death? I wasn't Catholic but if heaven is what they described, I would love to go there. I thought about how Micah and my friends would feel when they come to realize that I'm gone. Truly gone, that they may never see me again.

Tears.

I began to sob, and I didn't care who saw.

I dropped to my knees and brought my hands to my face.

"Get up the process will begin shortly." The man in dark clothing said.

By then they had made a huge circle, with me inside it. There were outlined with strange markings that I found familiar but I couldn't make out what they meant.

I stood up and looked around at my so called brethren. It's unheard of for witches to kill their own kind but I guess I'm the exception. From the corner of my eye I caught movement. Deep down I hoped it would have been Micah but of course it wasn't.

A group of big bulky werewolves stepped out of the woods. These were probably the biggest men I've ever seen in my life. They must be even bigger wolfs when they change.

"We are here as witness. Proceed." One of them said. He looked oddly familiar.

The witches nodded and then they started chanting.

I looked inside myself to find Hilda. To ask her for help, maybe she could save me. Maybe she would let me use her powers to break free of this nightmare. Sadly she wasn't answering. I couldn't even feel her presence.

The witches started to chant louder, and that's when I felt it.

It was like my insides were collapsing on each other. I grabbed my chest trying to find the source of my pain, but it was everywhere. I coughed and I saw my own blood.

The dress began to feel tight like it was alive and trying desperately to suffocate me. I wanted to rip it off but that was the least of my problems. An overwhelming force had come over me. It brought me to my knees.

I thought I was crying again and wiped my eyes. When I looked at my fingers I saw blood.

Hilda, help me. I whispered inwardly.

No child you must help yourself.

~Micah's P.O.V

I smelled her. She tried to hide her scent with magic but she forgets that were mates and I would find her no matter what.

"Try and keep up!" I yelled behind me at Ray and Liza.

Her scent was close but it was mixed with something else. I smelled the air again.

Blood.

My feet took off and I ran even faster.

There was a clearing and that's when I saw them. Retched witches.

They were chanting something foreign. I looked to my right and saw her. I was just about to bolt out when a hand came firmly down on my shoulder.

"No! It's too dangerous. We need a plan." Ray whispered.