THIS IS MY PACK, MY RULE!

"Alpha…" She let out in a breathy voice as she tried to catch a glimpse of Raine behind Torak's back.

But, of course, Torak wouldn't give her such a chance as he ordered the man behind the witch to keep her steady.

That man grabbed the witch's hair and pulled her head back so Torak could see her face clearer.

The witch was wailing in agony when she felt her hair being tugged from their roots, yet despite of the agony that she felt, her voice was so steady. "This will be a long battle Alpha, even if you killed me you will not win this so easy." The witch sneered. "No, I think you will not win this war again, for sure."

Torak narrowed his eyes. "I asked whether you came from northern coven or not, but you give me a very long reply without even answering my actual question."