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Sandro stood in the centre of the hall, his eyes scanning the crowd of his pack members. Simmering anger radiated from him in waves, noticeable to everyone present. His fists were tightly clenched at his sides, betraying the frustration he desperately tried to keep in check.

“Listen up,” he barked, his voice echoing against the stone walls. “I have decided on our current Beta. He is no longer loyal to us and has betrayed my trust. He is unfit to serve me and our pack. We need someone who will step up and take charge.”

The pack members murmured among themselves, confusion evident on their faces. Towards the back, two members whispered to each other, trying to make sense of the situation.

“What the hell is going on?” one of them asked, scanning the room for any clues.

“I don’t know,” the other replied. “But did you see the rage on the Alpha’s face? I’ve seen him angry before, but this is on a whole new level.”

Sandro continued to speak, his anger intensifying with each passing moment. “We require someone who will show unwavering loyalty to me and the pack. Someone unafraid to speak the truth and prioritise the interests of the Alpha and his people. Tell me, where is my damn Beta now? Nowhere to be found. We need someone we can rely on in times of danger.”

The pack members fell silent, their eyes fixed on Sandro as he continued to address them. His words were harsh, but they knew he spoke the truth. Where was Blaze when they needed him? Ezra almost killed the Alpha, and Blaze was nowhere to be seen, offering no help.

Taking a deep breath, Sandro said one final time. “I will personally select our new Beta. And I expect nothing less than the best from him. This pack deserves the best. I, Alessandro De Luca, deserve the best,” he muttered the last part to himself.

With those words, Sandro stepped down from the platform, his eyes gleaming with fierce determination.

After much deliberation, Sandro elected Leo, the leader of the Eta in Ezra’s pack, to become the new Beta. As far as he was concerned, Blaze was dead to him, as well as Thalia. It would have been better for her to have died from Ezra’s torture than to be alive and spew Blaze’s secret of being her brother and a tainted soul to his face.

Now that he had chosen a new Beta, Sandro’s next action was to find Arabella. Time was running out, and he could feel his bloodlust growing stronger, threatening to consume him entirely. It was only a matter of time before he lost control. He hurried through the woods, the first signs of him nearing his limit surging through his veins. Not only did he desperately want to avoid changing in front of everyone, but he also didn’t want to harm anyone in his transformation process.

With each step he took, he tried to push back the overwhelming thoughts of Arabella, but he failed every time. He caught her scent and sensed that she was near, yet he couldn’t pinpoint her exact location.

His body ached, and his bones felt like lead. His temperature rose as he broke out in a feverish sweat. He stumbled as his muscles twitched and tightened as if they were being pulled in different directions. His hands trembled, and his heart beat so fast that it felt like it was about to leap out of his chest. The trees around him warped and twisted into strange shapes, and the sunlight blinded him through the gaps in the leaves. His breath came out in short gasps, and he saw Lace’s shadowy form creeping into the corners of his vision.

“No!” Sandro gritted his teeth as he fought against Lace’s urge to take control.

He stumbled once again, his limbs heavy and uncooperative. Lace clawed at his mind, making it challenging to think, to breathe. The fear of losing control consumed him, and the thought terrified him.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Sandro sank to his knees, panting and sweating; his eyes widened with panic.

“Remember how good the taste of blood is, how delightful it is to gnaw on the flesh of animals. Human flesh tastes even better than that,” Lace said, his voice low and menacing. “You only need to give in!”

Sandro gritted his teeth and shook his head. “I won’t fucking lose control… no!”

“Then find her. She left because of you!” Lace accused.

He was right. She had left because of him. He didn’t know where she could be, but there were people who might-the covens.

Sandro clenched his jaw and turned in the opposite direction, heading towards the cave where the coven resided. It wasn’t far from his current location; he could feel the wave of dark power and energy from nearby.

As he entered the cave, the air grew thick with the scent of incense, and the flickering flames of numerous candles illuminated the faces of the twelve witches. Each of them was clad in white robes adorned with intricate symbols resembling ancient runes, and their eyes shimmered with an otherworldly light.

Sandro came to a halt as soon as they noticed him.

“What brings you here, Alpha?” Brianna demanded harshly, clearly annoyed by his interruption of their meditation.

Sandro brushed off the cutting words. “I need Arabella. The curse is about to take hold of me. I know she’s somewhere nearby. I need to know her location now!”

“Very well,” said Brianna, raising her hand. The witches joined hands and began to chant, attempting to ascertain Arabella’s whereabouts. Sandro felt an electric charge running through his body as their incantations intensified.

After a while, Brianna furrowed her brows and turned to Sandro with a patient expression. “Something is blocking our vision. It’s as though a shield has been placed around her, pushing us away. We can’t see her.”

“No…” Sandro muttered, shaking his head. These were the most powerful witches in the region, and if they couldn’t locate Arabella, it meant she was hiding and employing a formidable magical shield.

He glared at Brianna. “I don’t care if she’s cloaked in impenetrable armour or shielded by the world’s most potent magic; you must try harder! Finding her is of utmost importance!” Sandro yelled, storming out of the cave.

“Well, that could have been worst,” Leslie, the youngest member of the coven, remarked, fully aware that Sandro’s outburst could have resulted in him damaging their sacred space.

Brianna sighed, her face hardened. “We must try again,” she said, extending her hands to the other coven members, signalling their readiness to make another attempt.