Chapter 66 DALIA
DALIA
They are trying to make Samara their puppet. Even if Sarah doesn't betray them, she will still lose Samara. It's a good thing she made the right decision.
Now I know where the problem is, I will focus my power into breaking. It is coiled with dark magic. It won't be easy to break but nothing has ever been hard for me to do. I always believe in myself.
Yes, I know that after this, I will become weak. Probably unconscious, but it will be worth it.
Samara cries out suddenly, her back arching as the magic resists me, fighting to stay embedded. I tighten my grip, pouring more of myself into the connection. Heat floods my veins, my heartbeat thundering in my ears.
I let my power slide into the spellwork, threading itself through the gaps, untangling knots one by one. I'm getting there. I can feel blood dripping from my nose, but I don't stop. I push more of my power and I can feel the connection breaking. Samara’s breathing stutters. This is becoming even harder for her.
“Stay with me,” I whisper urgently. “Don’t let go.”
Images flash through my mind, a girl chanting in a language that burns my ears. Another girl standing at her side, her eyes glowing unnaturally bright as she steadies the spell. Two witches, but I can't see their faces. I push deeper but it's still blurry. I ignore it and focus on what I'm doing. I don't need distraction or this will be for nothing.
I push harder. Light bursts outward, invisible but powerful enough to rattle the runes carved into the walls. Finally, the dark energy recoils, shrieking silently as it’s forced loose. I felt it being cut off and I let my power seal the damage left behind.
I gasp as I cough out blood. Luckily, I was fast enough to turn my head to the other side so the blood didn't splutter on Samara. My head spins and my body feel weak as if I have no bone in me, but I try to stand steady. I think I've passed the stage of being unconscious after using my power to its limit. There's a war coming and I need to be stronger.
Samara screams, then gasps. Her eyes fly open, glowing silver before fading to their natural brown. She inhales deeply, greedily, like someone pulled from deep water.
“Mom,” she rasps.
Sarah is at her side instantly, clutching her hand. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
Her eyes are moist with tears and I can see how relieved she is.
I stagger back, dizziness washing over me. But I still hold myself. I won't fall. Samara is alive and whole. I did it.
“She’s healed,” I say quietly. “They can’t use her anymore.”
Sarah looks up at me, tears shining in her eyes, but she nods. “Thank you so much. After seeing what they did to Samara. I don't think I have any doubt again. I will hundred percent help you guys.”
“You made the right decision, Sarah and I'm proud of you,” I say weakly as I cough.
“Are you okay?” She asks with concern. I nod with a weak smile.
“I'm sorry you have to go through this.”
“This is nothing, Sarah. There's more in front of us and I'm ready for it.”
“I'm hungry, mum,” Samara says.
“Of course she will be. I will tell the cook to make something for her,” I cut in. I'm about to leave but Sarah stops me.
“You won't tell Ezekiel what we discussed, right? About Lena.”
“I won't. Besides, he won't believe me because we don't have evidence.”
“She shouldn't be involved in any of the plans.”
“That won't be easy. Ezekiel trusts her.”
“Then we need to clear our doubts as fast as possible. And for us to do it. We need to set a trap for her,” Sarah says with a look of determination.
“What do you suggest?”
“Confront her.”
“What!” I cut in. “That doesn't make sense. Think of something. I will be back.”
I walk out of the room. I can't see Lena or Ezekiel. It's better. I walk to the kitchen and instruct the cook to make a meal for Samara and bring it to the room where she is.
…….
After Samara finished eating. She went back to sleep. She looks tired and it's because of the energy that was taken out of her when I broke the spell. The poor girl doesn't understand anything that's going on. She's suffering for what she knows nothing about and my heart goes out for her.
Sarah still insists on keeping her in the dark. She said it's to protect her. She would tell her the truth at the right time. For now we need to stop the war and make sure that everyone is safe. According to her, we don't have much time. The witches and the devils are ahead of us. And she can't be more right. I will tell Ezekiel about the ancient book Sarah talked about. It will definitely help me find a way to end this war.
“I think you are right, we shouldn't confront Lena. It's not a good idea. We don't need any confirmation that she's working with the witches. I'm sure she's working with the witches and I know you believe me too. We just need to find evidence to make Alpha Ezekiel believe too,” Sarah says as she's drawing Lydia's portrait.
“But the problem is how to get the evidence.”
“We will find a way.” She simply replied. There's a few minutes of silence as she concentrated on the drawing. After a while, she's done.
“Is this what she looks like?” I ask as she hands the drawing of Lydia to me. It didn't even take her time to draw. She looks so skilled.
“Yes. With this portrait, it will be easier to find her,” Sarah replies.
“I will have to give it to Ezekiel.”
“No.” She cuts in. I raise a questioning brow.
“He will get Lena involved. Remember that we still suspect her and we can't let her know about our plan. If she has anything to do with the witches, it won't be right for her to know that there's a way for us to find Lydia.” She explains.
I sigh as I fold the portrait. “You are right, but there's no way we can find Lydia without the help of Ezekiel. I'm sure Lydia is no longer in the pack house. Only us can't look through the whole pack for her. We need a squad to help us and only Ezekiel can provide us with that.”
“I know and that's not the way I'm talking about. We won't search round the pack for Lydia. I just remembered something. We can use location spells. I have her portrait.”