In Between The Alphas
Chapter 67

"Possessed," I squeaked out and she rolled her eyes.

"Don't turn into a broken record right now," she said then turned to Logan, "Open the cell." "He's rabid." He argued

"He's unconscious," she corrected, "Open the cell so I can perform my spell."

He muttered some expletives under his breath before signaling for them to unlock the cell.

"I need everyone out except the both of you." She said and everyone scurried out; apparently scared of the tiny witch.

She walked into the cell and knelt on the floor; apparently not caring about the piss and blood lying everywhere.

She began to chant but almost immediately snatched her hand back as if she was burnt.

"You were his best friend right?" she asked Logan and he nodded, "So get over here and place your hand on him."

Logan clenched his jaw at the order but followed her and did as she asked.

"For this to work I'm going to have to browse through your memories," she said and he nodded stiffly, "I need your name."

He told her his name and she held onto his left hand while their other hands rested on his fur.

She started chanting and it seemed to be working because a hazy fog began to lift from his body but like the last time they jerked their hands back.

"It's not working," she growled in frustration and I saw Jake begin to stir again and she waved her hands again and he was out.

"What's wrong?"

"Their connection isn't strong enough," she said, "Whatever it is that has a hold on him is way too strong."

"What can we do about it?"

"Well unless you can get someone who has a fairly strong connection to him here in less than ten minutes, I don't know." She looked visibly frustrated, "Does he have any family?" "I sent them on a vacation after this happened," Logan said and she cursed.

"I was his girlfriend," I offered, "Although he probably hates me right now."

"I guess hate could work," she said with a shrug, "Get over here.""

I knelt next to her and she showed me where to place my left hand and she grasped my right in hers.

I could hear her chanting and my skin felt warm and tingly for a second before I felt a sharp pain in my chest and I gasped out loud.

Logan's eyes shot to mine in panic and he started to move but she cut him with a sharp look that kept him in place.

The pain in my chest intensified and I felt a heat around my left wrist; almost like a branding that seemed to be getting hotter and I screamed.

Just as I screamed she let go and the pain receded and I saw Jake slowly begin to shift back.

Logan rushed over to me and held my face in his hands, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I said softly, "I can't feel it anymore."

"What the hell happened to her?" Logan said as he whirled on the witch, "Why was she screaming?"

"A simple 'thank you' would suffice."

""Don't-," he growled out and she raised a brow.

"Listen Logan; I understand your worry but don't ever raise your voice at me again," she said in an eerily calm voice before turning to me, "Why don't you tell him what you're hiding?" "What are you talking about?" I asked in confusion and she walked over to me and grabbed my left hand and pulled the sleeve back.

"How did you get that?" she asked gesturing to the bruise there and I yanked my hand back from her.

"I don't know," I lied and she scoffed.

"You're both so good at keeping secrets from each other," she mused, "I know how you got it and I wouldn't mind telling him if you don't."

"I don't know," I ground out, "I had a nightmare where someone grabbed me and when I woke up it was there."

"Who was in the dream?" she pushed and I shot her a glare.

"You're a real witch, you know that right?" I asked and she just shrugged and waited for me to respond, "It was Hunter."

Logan let out a curse, "How long have you had nightmares about him?"

"A while," I said vaguely and he pinched his forehead in frustration.

"Well I'm going to leave both of you to discuss whatever this is," she said as she began to leave but Logan stopped her.

"How do I stop him from appearing to her?"

"He won't appear to her again," she assured him, "It was some kind of magical link that he had with the both of them but it's broken now."

"So that means he can't get to her anymore," Logan said

"I didn't say that." She corrected, "What I did say is that he can't get to her that way."

"So what can we do to ensure that he doesn't get to her again?" Logan asked and she stayed silent but stared at him intently for a few seconds until he cursed, "No; I made an oath to the goddess" "Suit yourself," she said with a shrug, "But I assure you that it is the only way you will get out of this unscathed."

I looked between both of them in confusion and she gave me a small smile.

"Don't bother your pretty little head about it," she said, "Focus on you; that's what is most important right now."

"Are you a seer?" I blurted out and she raised a brow in question, "I'm sorry; you speak like someone who knows the future."

"I'm not a seer; my specialty is spells and potions," she admitted, "But I do know a seer."

My mind instantly went to her daughter and she smiled, "You're smart; so why don't you add up the dots?"

I opened my mouth to speak but Logan cut me off.

"Thank you for your help," he said and she gave him an acknowledging nod.

"You might want to get your Beta off the floor before he wakes up; he needs serious medical care."

Logan cursed and hoisted Jake over one shoulder and carried him out of the room and I let my eyes follow him.

"Thank you," I said to her after he left, "For helping me."

"There's something different about you Charlotte," she said, "I don't know what it is yet; perhaps it's the fact that the very first thing you said to me was your name."

"I didn't understand the whole issue with names then," I said with a small laugh.

"Well what do you understand?"

"That it gives the witch access into my head therefore she can hex me without me even being there," I said, "So basically it's a bad thing,"

"Only with a bad witch," she shrugged, "But with the right witch; it can prove to be very beneficial." She sighed before continuing, "For a witch to entrust someone with a name is the highest honor." "It is an even deeper link than the first," she continued, "My name is Adamaris; don't make me regret this."