Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 345 Witches inside the Pack

(Aeris/Ember POV)

"Someone is feeling shy, I wonder who that is?" Damon’s voice echoed from beside me, he didn’t bother to hide the playfulness in his tone.

I pulled the blanket away from my face, I knew my cheeks were as red as a tomato. "Are you talking to me?!" I pouted angrily.

He leaned closer caressing my cheeks. "I wouldn’t dare." He replied with a smile, his eyes sparkling like stars.

"Liar." I huffed before glaring at him. "My reputation is ruined because of you."

He pointed to himself in surprise. "Me?"

I nodded hastily.

"But it takes two to tango," he said, smoothing my hair. His gaze which had been tender and soft hardened and a frown formed on his forehead. His eyes were a little dazed as if he was in a trance.

"Damon," I tapped his shoulder.

He stood up abruptly. "I’ll be back in a moment."

I frowned at his words, I could feel his sudden worry.

He stopped midway and turned towards me. "Come with me, you are the only one who can open the protective barrier."

Seeing the serious look in his eyes, I stood up and followed him.

"What’s going on?" I asked, glancing up at him.

"I sent a group of werewolves to help the witches... they were suddenly attacked by the corrupted witches two days ago. And now Midnight just mindlinked me that the Queen of the witches is dead and their coven was destroyed. They are outside our territory as we speak." Damon ran his finger through his hair.

My heart clenched in pain. The Queen, though I didn’t know her very well. But the little time I had spent with her was one of the safest moments I have ever felt. My eyes stung with tears, I had thought I would have a chance to meet her again.

But now she was gone, I felt bitter. It was like a reminder of my own condition, and that the war would be a difficult one to win.

"Is Alaric okay?" I asked, a little worried. The last time we saw each other wasn’t exactly good. Damon nodded, not completely sure.

I waved my hand in the air, and a portal materialised in front of us.

"This will save us time," I said before stepping inside the portal, Damon followed behind me.

The moment we stepped out of the portal, I froze like a statue. Right before my eyes was a disastrous scene of both the witches and the werewolves. Blood smeared on their clothes, their skin, even their hair. Midnight stood in front of them with an unconscious lady with red hair on his back, his fur soaked, dried and matted together with blood.

Behind them, some of the werewolves carried one or two injured witches on their backs. The witches were exhausted, and some of their eyes were half-open like they were about to pass out. Others clutched their arms and stomachs while holding onto the wolves’ fur to stay steady.

I swallowed hard and lifted my hand slowly. The protective barrier opened as soon as my fingers pulsed with gold light. One by one they stepped through, and Damon walked ahead, making sure they were fine and there was no danger behind them. I stayed behind the barrier, making sure it stayed open.

’This must be one hell of a battle.’ I thought inwardly.

After they had all entered the territory, I closed the barrier. I opened another portal leading to the castle to save them the trouble. The witches stared at me with awe, they must have remembered me from the previous battle in the witches’ realm.

Staring back at them I didn’t know what to feel, pity... yes pity was all I felt for them, even when the emotion should have been stronger.

They were the reason I almost lost Damon, if they hadn’t attacked, maybe the corrupted witches wouldn’t have had the chance to attack us and we wouldn’t have been fighting against two forces.

The atmosphere became tense. All the pack warriors who saw the witches immediately grew hostile. Their fangs bared, they glared at them. They looked at the witches like they were some kind of disease.

And honestly, the witches looked like they expected it.

The tension pressed against my skin like a mountain.

Midnight walked slowly, every step he took was heavy. His eyes scanned everyone who dared to look at Seraphina, he growled fiercely as if warning them that if they looked at her with hatred he wouldn’t hesitate to gouge their eyes out.

Anyone who looked at her for more than a few seconds suddenly found the floor very interesting.

We finally reached the castle, and the tension doubled. The pack members inside stared at the witches as if they had never seen one before. Their reactions were worse than the warriors’ reactions outside.

Some werewolves stepped back frowning deeply. A few looked like they wanted to question Damon but kept their mouths shut.

Damon raised his hand, halting everyone behind him. He turned around, his eyes a little cold but they carried a tinge of emotion.

"It is sad that your Queen is gone and your home is no more." Damon began, his voice deep and low. "But as your ally, the Bloodshade pack will offer you shelter and food. We will support you until you are strong enough to return home."

Whispers echoed through the air like a buzzing bee. The werewolves were clearly displeased by Damon’s words. And the witches seemed unsure if it was a good idea to live together with the wolves, after all they were once enemies. Despite being allies now, the grudge still runs deep between them.

"The werewolves will treat you as one of our own, and anyone who treats you unjustly will be punished." At Damon’s word, a chilling and overwhelming aura filled the air forcing every werewolf to bare their necks in submission.

"The maids will show you to your rooms," Damon added.

One of the witches with black hair stepped forward. "The witches appreciate your gratitude, Alpha Damon. Our gratitude." She lowered her head.

The rest of the witches mirrored her gesture and also bowed their heads.

The witch raised her head, her eyes fixed on me without blinking. The hair at the back of my neck stood on end.