Vincent explained the details on how to locate the witch to Zech, it was already night, he hurriedly left Rachel’s office and left in search of the witch.
He needed to know the way to break the curse that was places on his family, His father died of betrayal he was no going to follow in the step of his father
He knew she would always demand something in return for whatever she did for anyone, magic has a price but he was willing to do anything.
He was more than ready for what ever demands he wanted, as long as it was within his reach and capabilities he would do it for her.
After serval hours of driving he finally artived in a secluded area close to the sea, he drove for about a few minutes before he arrived at a small old looking hut.
it looked like a hunted from the outside view, he stooped his car in front of the place and came down.
The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the small house by the water side.
The cold breeze penetrated his body but it did not matter to him, Wolves were hot blooded animals so he did not feel it, the air Seemed to smell weird as he walked closer to the hut.
Zech’s heart pounded as he approached the hut, his footsteps crunching on the gravel path. He could feel a tingling sensation in the air, as if magic itself was swirling around him.
He could feel the power that surrounded the hut, he knew immediately he was in the right place.
With each step, the anticipation grew, and Zech’s mind raced with questions. What would he say to the infamous witch?
Would she be willing to help him? And most importantly, could she truly be able to break the curse placed on him?. He knew that serval witches had tried but non succeeded he hoped she would be the one to help him.
As he reached the door, Zech hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the worn wooden frame. He took a deep breath, summoning his courage, and pushed the door open.
Inside, the room was dimly lit by flickering candles, their soft glow casting dancing shadows on the walls.
The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, creating an atmosphere that felt both mystical and foreboding.
He saw how everywhere were filled with different kinds of weird looking things then his eyes caught somthing that looked like a crystal ball, he wondered of it was really like those he saw in movie.
Zech’s eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of the witch. And then, he saw her. Zanya sat in a worn-out armchair, her dark hair cascading around her shoulders. Her piercing eyes seemed to hold a depth of knowledge and power that sent a shiver down his spine.
He stepped back in shock, he could have sworned she wasn’t in the room when he entered, he had scanned the room, he didnt even hear a single heartbeat when he entered.
“I have been waiting for you,” Zanya’s voice echoed through the room, her words seeming to carry a weight that went beyond the physical. A creepy smiled creeped into her face.
Zech took a step forward, his voice steady despite the nervousness that fluttered in his chest. “Zanya, I presume?” he asked, his voice carrying a mix of respect and determination but also uncertainty.
Zanya nodded, the creepy smiled turned into a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Indeed, I am she who knows all the past the future and the present”. She looked inot his eyes and spoke “And you must be Zech, the one who seeks my assistance.”
Zech’s heart skipped a beat at the confirmation. He and Vincent had spent countless hours researching, following leads, and seeking out information about the witch.
And now, here he was, face to face with the very person he had been searching for.
“I’ve heard stories of your powers, your ability to manipulate the forces of nature,” Zech began, his voice filled with both awe and urgency. “I’ve come to ask for your help.”
Zanya’s eyes seemed to pierce through him, as if she could see into the depths of his soul. “And what is it that you seek, Zech? I have my guess but tell me what you have in mind?”
Zech took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. “There is a curse placed on my ancestors by a witch, I don’t know much of the details but I want it broken, we haven’t been able to find our mate due to the curse”.
A flicker of interest crossed Zanya’s face, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I think I might know the witch who had placed the curse on your Ancestors”.
Zech’s eyes widened in surprise and hope filled his eyes, if she knew who placed the curse then maybe she would be able to help him break it.” who is the witch?, Is there a way to break the curse?”
Zanya smiled at him, ” She if from a powerful lineage but they are no longer in the face of the earth, and of course my dear, I can help you break the curse, but you have to know everything comes at a certain price”.
Zech nodded, his determination unwavering. “I understand, Zanya. I am willing to do whatever it takes to break this curse.”
she smiled and then looked at him “all I need is the blood of a half Lycan”.
Zech’s face was laced with confusion, he knew lycans didn’t exist, they were a threat and abomination to their race, so how was he going to find one let alone a blood from it. “How will I find a lycan, they no longer exist”.
“You have one right with you,” she said with an evil smile, she looked directly into his eyes.
“What do you mean, by I have one by my side”. He was now more confused than before, she was speaking in parables.
“Your beloved is a half lycan” she broke the news to him.
He stood up from his seat in shock