Chapter 65 DALIA
DALIA
“What!” I'm stupefied. Yes, I had a feeling that she might be working with the witches but I thought I was wrong. I mean, I can't wrap my head around it. It just sounds untrue.
“I'm not sure but I think I'm right. I know her scent. Even though she tried to hide it, it became clear to me when she walked into this room a few minutes ago. She's definitely the witch that came with Lydia, who helped her to do this to Samara.”
“I believe you Sarah. It's just that I'm confused. Lena is a lycan. I just don't know why she would betray her people. And you also know that we can't tell Ezekiel this without evidence. He will never believe us.”
Sarah sighs as she sits on the edge of the bed. She seems a bit relaxed now and I think it's because she has let out a heavy burden off her shoulder. “I know. That was the reason I wanted to speak with you alone. And about Lena being a lycan, I think she's not just a lycan. She must be a hybrid just like Samara. I felt the dark energy from her. She let it out when she entered this room with Lydia. The room was dark, but I caught a whiff of her lycan scent. She did a bad job in trying to hide it.”
“But how did she hide her witch nature? For years, no one knew about it.”
“It's easier to hide your witch nature. But the thing is that I haven't met her in the coven for once. If they sent her here the way they sent me here. Wouldn't it be better if we had worked together?” Sarah muse.
“You are right, but remember you said that they didn't trust you enough to tell you most things.” I cut in as I rub my temple. I'm so confused trying to put everything together. “I just don't understand. Lena has been here since she was a kid. Ezekiel knows her parents which means she was literally born here. What I don't understand is how she got involved with the witches.”
“You are right. She was raised here. It doesn't make sense that she's working with the witches. The werewolves and lycans treated her well. She knew them as her people. It doesn't make sense that she would involve herself with the witches. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe she wasn't the witch that came here with Lydia.”
“We won't outrule that possibility. We will have to keep an eye on her. In this game, anything is possible. Now, we will start by making Samara conscious and then we will find Lydia.”
“Are you sure you can make Samara conscious? I actually don't know what they did to her.”
I nod. “Yes. I mean, I will try.”
I take a deep breath as I move closer to Samara. She lies between us on the bed, her breathing shallow but steady now, her lashes fluttering like she’s caught between worlds. Sarah stands on one side, her arms folded tightly across her chest, while I stand on the other, my hands hovering inches above Samara’s body.
I can feel it. The magic clinging to her skin like frost. The spell they use on her is strong. I think it's a connection they created. So that once Sarah betrays them, they will kill Samara. That's why I need to heal Samara fast before they kill her.
“You said you could heal her. I believe you,” Sarah says quietly. I give her a firm nod. I'm glad that she trusts me.
“If you do, I will help you guys in any way I can. I promise,” she adds. I believe her.
Samara groans faintly, her fingers twitching. This is the first reaction she has given since I saw her like this. I'm right. This is a connection. And now they are about to kill her because they feel that Sarah has betrayed them.
“Move back,” I say.
Sarah hesitates for half a second before stepping away from the bed. She trusts me but I can also see the fear in her eyes….. what if something goes wrong. After all, she's a mother.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, grounding myself the way I was taught. Feet firm against the floor, heart steady, mind open. When my mother taught me about healing and guided me into using my healing power, she said that my healing abilities are far more powerful than I thought. It's only left for me to discover the peak of my powers. That was how I knew that I can break spells and I'm also immune to some spells.
Healing has always been different for me. It’s not spells or chants. It’s a connection. Even when I don't know what I'm doing. I can feel the power and connection and it will guide me into the right path. That was why I believe that I can heal Samara.
I place both palms over Samara’s chest. The moment I touch her, pain explodes through my arms. I gasp, teeth clenching as foreign magic surges up to meet my powers, hostile and sharp, like it recognizes me as a threat. The witches didn’t just harm Samara, they anchored something inside her.
“Easy,” I whisper, more to myself than to her. “I’ve got you.”
I push deeper. The room darkens. Not physically, but magically. That's when I see it. Threads of black and crimson magic wrapped tightly around Samara’s core, woven with precision and cruelty. Dark magic. I have never broken a dark spell before, though I don't know how I was able to survive the dark magic Annika passed through me from the knife.
I can do this. I push my power, trying to break through the barrier, but it's strong, so strong. I won't give up.
I gasp as my stomach twists. They weren’t trying to kill her. They were preparing to use her.
I hear Sarah inhale sharply behind me.
“You see it,” she murmurs.
“Yes,” I reply through gritted teeth. “They used her as a conduit.”