Countdown 15 Departing From the Alpha (Evelyn) novel Chapter 59

Chapter 50 

Celia did not bother about Lisa, or the other girls for that matter. She assigned the tasks on the first day, considering the strength of each individual, but as the papers she handed to everyone were tossed in the fire and was followed by a snicker from the girls, she gave up. 

She had explained the importance of the exercise and that the grade they would be given would matter in their final grade. She also explained that the teachers were watching them, but would not intervene in any way during the exercise, only if it was a matter threatening their lives, but other than that, they had to fend for themselves. 

She tried, but only the guys listened and understood the importance and only about two of three girls that handled the cooking. But most of the girls did not want to help in any way. 

She did not care about Lisa’s father being a Council assistant, she was not afraid she could be excluded from the watcher course. The problem was that when she insisted on them doing their chores, they had made a mess intentionally. She did not want to risk the whole pack’s grade for the 

rest of them. 

So when Lisa complained about the cold, none of the guys and Celia reacted in any way. 

They took their weapons and left the area near the creek, trying to find the following day’s food, the large pack needed about two or three deer a day to feed. It was already getting dark, but it was better than staying near the campsite, and night also did not pose a problem for them if they used. 

their wolf vision. 

Going deeper in the forest, they hunted the first deer. Celia’s arrow swiftly found its way in the middle of the deer’s eyes, a fast and without suffering death was the least she could do for the 

animal 

Assuring there were no more preys around, they each left their hiding places, and gathered around. 

“Wow, another clean kill. You are amazing Alpha.” One of the guys enthusiastically stated, a sentiment shared by the others too. It wasn’t the first time they had seen her shots, but it still amazed them each time. 

Celia nodded calmly and left to follow the scent of another deer. The expressionless face, which had made it difficult for them to understand her thoughts at first, no longer concerned them. The guys were not affected by her lack of response, they had gotten used to her personality. 

They walked slowly on the icy ground, following the tracks that had yet to be covered under the snow bed, with the last ranked wolf dragging behind him the prey. 

Khapta sko 

Walking some more time through the snowing and already dark view, the werewolves sensed the Scent of yet another deer. For humans it would be hard to see through the multitude of fast falling snowflakes, but they could easily check the position of the animal in the dark with the same ease they would during the day. They slowly got in positions, trying to not scare it away, hiding behind snow covered bushes and trees. Most of them had dressed in white clothes or at least in light colored ones to blend in the environment, so their camouflage was almost perfect. 

Silently they checked who was in the best position to fire his arrow. Looking around, Celia identified a guy who was in a better position than herself and nodded her head in his direction. The pack member understood the silent message and returned the nod preparing to fire. 

He stretched his bow slowly, holding his breath. He wanted to ensure that his hand did not tremble in the slightest. Celia had targeted each time the head, but it was a difficult shot to perform, and as he knew he could not hit like her, he wanted to at least insure a swift death to its victim, by targeting the abdomen, near its heart. 

He was about to release his arrow, but did not get to do so. The deer was frightened away and had already gone into hiding, as a loud sound was suddenly heard, it was a woman’s suave voice. 

“Relinquere illos non imperium, celeritate et viribus‘ The woman with a charming tone added to her voice spoke in an unknown strange language. 

Celia’s thoughts only wandered around for a few seconds, trying to recognize what was said and the exact language, which seemed somewhat familiar, before figuring out the meaning of the words she heard. 

“Leave them without power, speed and strength” She slowly murmured the translated phrase…. rather than it being only a phrase, a better word defined it, a spell. Realizing the frightening fact that someone was casting their spell on them, a witch to be exact, she quickly thought of the next course of action. 

She roared, and for the second time in her life, used her alpha voice and her normal calm tone changed becoming more powerful and fit for a leader. 

“We are under attack! Gather around now!” Her voice boomed echoing in the dark of night, there was no use to speak quietly as they were most likely already under the eyes of the attackers. 

The meaning of the spell was to render them immobile and without the force to resist to whatever would follow, so the Alpha’s order she hoped would work to group them up, before the effect of the spell showed. She did not know if the others had understood that it was a spell and did not want them doubting her words, and be late in reacting.