Alpha Damien's Breeder: The first night
Chapter 133: Saving the captives

Chapter 133: Saving the captives

Outside the inn, deep into the white witches’ world, Enoch roamed about the street, asking around for a way to get to the dark witches’ world. Asking around for Aurora and Damien could put them at a risk, as they were in a completely foreign land.

Giving out unnecessary information never ended well, especially in a witch’s lair. They may be white but that was only in name, evil lurked in everyone’s mind.

It was easy to become a dark witch but a great deal to become a white witch. Those who were the white witches had always been pure, and never had to experience evil so they could turn dark easily.

A lot of people would avoid answering him when he brought up the word dark, in fear of being corrupted into one. He could understand their fear as they didn’t want to turn into those dark beasts.

In truth, anyone, including humans, could be evil, the only difference the witches had was that their magic made them stand out as evil. Wrinkles, ugly face, disgusting smell, and blackened heart. The dark witches had it all.

Humans didn’t have to look different to be evil, the fairest of them all could be evil, without notifying anyone. Likewise werewolves, vampires and other supernaturals. Maybe sirens were more like the witches but he didn’t have time to deliberate on that.

"Excuse me, how do I get to the dark witches’ world?" Stopping a passerby, he asked but the person eyed him and walked away. He sighed, getting frustrated. There had been no progress since he left the inn and he was beginning to lose it. How hard could it be to get information in this place?

At least the dark witches were always welcoming, evilly, unlike these white witches who flinched at every contact. Such pathetic lives they lived, just to be innocent.

Suddenly, he noticed a presence behind him and he frowned, annoyed that he was being followed when he had other things to do. Who could be following him and for what?

Guessing wouldn’t help, so he decided to lure the stalker to a corner, hoping to knock whoever it was, there.

Entering a dark alley, he turned his back to face whoever was following him but no one was there, of course.

"Now is the time to come out," he said boringly, impatient to get everything done with and get back to searching.

"You seem lost," a tall figure came out of nowhere and said, pointing out.

"I am not, why are you following me?" Not bothering to beat around the bush, he asked.

"To help you," the man replied and chuckled. He was wearing a hoodie so it was hard to decipher his reaction, but Enoch knew a sinister look was adorning his face.

"Help me?" He repeated.

"Yes." The man answered.

"About what?" Enoch asked.

"Those you sought in the dark witches’ world." The man replied, causing Enoch to frown. How did he know? Had he been following him for a while and he didn’t notice?

"And why should I trust you?" Enoch asked.

"You think I would be stupid enough to follow you into an alley, fully aware that you could kill me?" The man asked, earning a thoughtful sound from Enoch.

"Not unless you are a thief or want to kill me," Enoch stated the obvious and the man was speechless, which somehow satisfied Enoch.

His silence made Enoch suspect him, what was his intention?

"Listen wolf, I am helping you because I need your help, satisfied?!" He confessed, his voice a little bit irritated.

"That’s more like it, what do you want in return?" Enoch asked.

"There is a big wolf in the woods hindering my business from flowing well. We have tried using every force and magic, but the wolf seems to be acquainted with magic. Then a witch advised us to get a wolf. A wolf to counter a wolf. Your strong aura attracted me to you," the man started, relaying his story.

"I see," Enoch said, finding his story absurd but decided to play along. Even if they were setting a trap for him, he could evade them easily if he was careful.

"Is that a yes?" Raising his brow, the man asked.

"I thought you wanted my help?" Enoch replied.

"Please follow me," the man urged and they started walking away.

Eventually, they reached the forest, entering a territory filled with male witches. For some reason, Enoch felt a strange power in the air that seemed to be invading his senses.

"Wolf?" The man who brought him called, seeing him standing with a blank look.

Enoch shook off the disturbing thoughts and followed the man to the back of the territory. Few men were there and they were whipping some tied captives with them.

"Ahhh," one of the captives yelped.

Enoch frowned, finding the scene confusing, why did they have captives...

Something dawned on him and before he could react, an arrow went piercing through his chest, making him stagger to the floor.

"Ahh," not expecting the attack, he groaned, feeling the pain in his bones. Whatever poison was laced in the arrow was affecting him.

Tutting, the man who brought him, went to stand near him, using his leg to kick him, smiling victoriously when Enoch lay on the floor helplessly.

"I thought humans were the foolish ones, it’s such a pity." Mocking, he bent to Enoch’s height, grabbing his head forcefully and smirking at him.

"You are right, humans are not the only foolish ones." Enoch managed to say before twisting the man’s head, standing up to use the man’s dead body to shield himself from the incoming arrow.

Different arrows flew at him, the arrow in his back causing him more pain as he moved.

Gently, he removed the arrow from the back causing him to howl in pain. His eyes gave off a golden color, and his wolf threatened to come out but he managed to calm his wolf.

He smelled the arrow, "Wolfsbane," he sneered, vowing to finish them all for attempting to kill him.

Picking up the gun hanging around the dead man’s body, he started shooting back at them, managing to shoot three archers, leaving him with two.

He walked back to the front of the territory but was cornered by more of the male witches. One by one, he fought them off but they only kept on multiplying, and his strength was fading out.

Bracing himself to start fighting again, he killed one of them but was eventually subdued and fell to the ground.

"The hero falls at last," he heard the mocking sound from one of them, heavy steps moving closer to him.

"Greet our former boss in hell," the man said, holding a gun, and Enoch closed his eyes for the impact, his mind crossing through the image of Scarlet before the gun was shot.

Bang

Bang

Bang

Unexpectedly, more shots were heard but Enoch didn’t feel any on his body, so he opened his eyes. The witches were being shot and were falling one by one.

Wondering who it was, he stood up and looked into the distance, shaking his head when he saw a familiar figure.

"Bastard!" Enoch muttered and went back to the backyard.

He released the captives, smiling at them to assure them that they were safe, when he felt them shivering.

"You can go now, it’s okay." He told them.

"No, we are not safe. There would be more, they never end, the more you kill them, the more they multiply." An older woman among them said, her eyes staring into space, as if she were seeing something they couldn’t see.

"She meant the white hunters," a young girl said, grabbing the old woman by her shoulder to help her up.

"But it’s not your fault, go back to where you came from and you won’t have regrets." The old woman warned and they all left.

Damien was just arriving and he wondered what made Enoch look so lost.

"I just saved your ass, ungrateful." Playfully, he said, watching as the captives walked away.

"I was told you were in search of us, I never knew you were playing hero?" Damien said, earning a cold look from Enoch.

In an attempt to speak, he started coughing out blood, his hands clutching his chest in pain. His body was suffering from the poison of the wolfsbane, and he needed to be treated.

"Oops, they managed to get you," Damien said and went beside him to hold him.

"Now, don’t die on me. No one can face your mate’s wrath," he said, and it helped Enoch hang on. The thought of not seeing Scarlet again saddened him, so he decided to hang on no matter what.

"Only if Louis was here, we need a carriage or you are going to die before we even reach anywhere." Even in Enoch’s critical state, Damien could still play.

Well, Enoch knew he couldn’t die but the poisoned arrow went deep into his heart, which was going to cause a lot of damage to him.

"You know, first it was her, now it’s you. I wonder who is next, but you people are driving me crazy," as he said those words, Enoch spotted frustration in them. Damien was tired of losing people close to him, especially now that he needed them the most.

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