Chapter 5 Unveiling Powers and Cruel Realizations

Chapter 5

Sarah 's POV

The woman who had emerged from a coma started to open her eyes. I was shocked to notice that she had a pair of quite unique eyes with purple pupils that gave off a faint sheen. She looked at me with an unusual face that combined amazement and confusion.

Without saying a word, the woman just kept staring at me. This beautiful, strange woman didn't seem like a werewolf at first. What was she doing away from the group? I was astonished by the woman's unexpected speech. "I know you're a witch's child."

I'm also a witch, so don't be afraid. Because so many people detested and feared witches, they typically kept their identities a secret from others. They would only divulge their real identities if they had complete faith in you.

I quickly let down my guard after hearing her say that. Much of my belief in witches was influenced by my mother, who was formerly hated by a lot of people while she was in the pack.

Nevertheless, my mother had always been friendly to everyone, or at the very least, everyone seemed to appreciate her. My father had always shielded her as well.

"Anyway, I just want to say thank you for saving me," she said when she realized I was silent. Do you have any further needs? You can ask me for help getting it.

"Leave the Crimson Shadow pack!" I immediately thought of those phrases. I couldn't beg the witch to take me away, though, because I could see that she was still gravely hurt.

She was a very strong witch, but she escaped after suffering a terrible injury and may still be in danger. As a little slave, I was powerless to do much to save her. I quickly swallowed the words that were ready to leave my mouth. The witch read my mind and said, "I should have taken you with me, in every sense."

But because I'm being sought, it would be dangerous for you to continue to follow me. But if you still want to come with me after I've gotten away from the danger, I'll make sure to come back for you."

I made a small nod, I was reminded of my mother by the witch in front of me because she was delicate and soft. She then gave me another gift and convinced me to take it. She was so persistent, I couldn't help but take her kind offer.

The witch covered my eyes with her palm, which had been a habit for me over the years. She gently cupped my face while whispering, "Don't be afraid. I saw you lowered your head fast to escape my hand. You won't suffer any harm from me".

As the witch put her hand on my eyelids, I closed my eyes because her words seemed both near and far. "I give you a key that will unlock the hidden door in your bloodline." I had the impression of being in a warm ocean after she said that, with only my eyes slightly glistening and my body sunk beneath the water that was encircling me.

I waited until the witch had left and my senses had returned to normal before opening my eyes.

There was no sign of what had just happened, and I didn't sense any change in myself. It felt like a dream. As I made my way back to the wolf pack, I once more heard the jeers from people walking past me. And there were those who deliberately sped by me, slamming their shoulders on mine, and calling me

"Bitch."

I was simply trying to get down to my basement as fast as I could, so I was moving quickly and keeping my head down when I ran into someone in the doorway. "Don't you have any eyes?" When I bumped into the girl, she was one of Elena 's friends, and she bullied both Elena and myself constantly.

I thought I will be bullied again but my heart tightened at the tone of her words. I felt the woman nudge me. "I'm asking you a question, little dummy." I hoped the female I was looking at through the split in my hair wasn't the one who was tough. I experienced a strong wave of emotion when my eyes met hers. Disgust and loathing flooded my entire being.

In my ears, the words "Fuck, my new dress is all ruined by this bitch!" rang out. The woman in front of me did not, however, open her mouth. She had heard of ventriloquism, right? The same disgusting, even more disdainful voice echoed in my ears as I turned to look at the girl sitting next to her. "The traitor's daughter is screwed, it's Jessica's new dress, how should she be punished?" She didn't speak up again, though. This wasn't right.

Everyone was looking at me and waited for my response. It appeared that only I had heard what they had to say. In my head, a witch's voice whispered, "Every witch is born with a gift, and your power has been hidden." You can use your gift now that you have the key I gave you to unlock it. My brain was spinning and my stomach was flipping up from too many bad feelings.

The girl and her friend were yelling after me as I hurried away with my mouth shut. I quickly returned to the basement and collapsed into my bed. I had the impression that their ideas were actually alive in my ears due to the ferocity of the rage.

I thought back on what had happened. I had experienced such strong emotions just by looking at the girl and listening to what she was thinking. So the ability to read minds was a trait I acquired from my mother, a witch? Only in stories had I ever heard of this ability to read minds.

And if I actually possessed this talent, what would I do? Thinking helped me try to get myself under control. This power seemed to have a trigger circumstance. Numerous people greeted me when I got back from the lake, but only the voices of two girls.

Maybe it was the fact that I looked them in the eyes? That is how it ought to be. I went upstairs and counted a lot of folks to confirm my worries. Once more, scorn flooded my ears. When they saw me, passing adults murmured, "Ah, the traitor's daughter, she's filthy, I'd have thrown her out in the wild if I were Alpha," and the children followed the adults by saying, "This slave is the daughter of the traitor whom Dad mentioned." If I hit her with a rock, no one would be angry with me.

Finally, it was established that almost every member of the wolf pack shared the same opinion of me. Even though I was always aware that the other members of the pack didn't like me, this was the only place I could truly call "home." I didn't realize what they were really thinking until today, and it hurt so much before that. I would never again spend a moment with this pack as an adult.

I pulled the ring my parents had given me before they left from the tiles in the basement. It was a family heirloom, according to my mother. I was aware that witchcraft played a role in it. The instant I held that ring in my hands, I began to draw the witch's power from it; I would require this strength when the time came for me to depart from the pack.