Chapter 323: _ Go To The Witches

Chapter 323: _ Go To The Witches

Oh, María didn’t see my vision yet, but oh, she would.

I bit my bottom lip, fisted the air like some madman rallying his invisible troops, and tried to explain as best I could.

"Listen, I’m still on this topic. I mean, politics is not pretty, but we can use it as a tool to bring the bastard down. He’s got magical powers, María. This is way beyond us. We can not do this alone. We need the witches." I enunciated, waiting for her to meet me halfway.

She blinked, still confused. " I get it, I get it. You think we need magic to find magic. I mean, we wolves are strong. We can overpower him, but let’s say we reduce casualties by choosing to ask the witches for help, Why on earth do you think they’ll help us? We are not friends with their kind. Not even after Rosa and her lover’s episode..."

I flicked my fingers. "I know, mi vida, I know. That’s why I mentioned a truce. We go about this the legal way. I’ll do all my best to ensure we get this truce, and since nobody’s probably going to believe us about having a demon in our midst..." I paused and puffed air.

"I mean, the bastard’s literally invisible and he knows quite well how to cover his own tracks. Now, we’ll find an ally amongst the witches, ask questions about demons, learn and know our enemy intensely, and then, our first step will be forcing the son of a bitch to blow his own cover."

I watched María José bite her lip, her brows tightening like she was trying to decide if she should smack me with a pillow or nominate me for Alpha of the Year. She didn’t speak for a full ten seconds, and it was the most terrifying silence of my life.

Then she sighed and muttered, "Goddammit, you’re starting to make sense."

I blinked. "Wait, really?"

She groaned, dragging a hand down her face like this whole idea personally offended her. "Don’t get excited. I said starting.

I beamed. "So, you admit I’m a genius?"

She raised a finger. "I admit you are a desperate man who occasionally stumbles into good ideas."

Hehehe... with each passing day, my girl’s growing even more defiant. And boy do I like it? I LOVE IT!

"But," she continued, pacing now like a general surveying battle maps, "there’s just one little problem. Witches hate us. And by us, I mean all of us. Our packs, our politics, our mating rituals, our scents. They’ve barely tolerated our existence since the last treaty, and that one ended with wolves howling outside their sacred grove and a broom shoved up a diplomat’s..."

"Okay, okay!" I held up my hands, laughing. "Yes. I know. But that’s why I’ll go personally. No delegation. No formality. Just me. One wolf humbly approached their coven leader for a win-win negotiation."

She gave me that look again—the one that said You’re probably going to die, but I respect your bravery.

Instead, she asked. "Who do you even know in the witch circles? Do you have some pen-pal witch contact I don’t know about? Or are you planning to Google ’how to summon spooky people in the woods without being murdered’?"

I paused, then scratched the back of my neck. "Actually... there’s this one name that keeps popping up in old reports. Lysandra of the Hollow. She’s like the neutral party all supernatural factions go to when shit hits the fan. She doesn’t take sides, she just... watches. Mediates. Offers help—for a price."

María José narrowed her eyes. "What kind of price?"

I shrugged. "The kind that usually ends in letting go of something Precious or spontaneous nosebleeds. You know. Witch things."

She gave me another withering stare and then rolled her eyes. "Of course. Of course, my husband’s best idea in two months involves bargaining with a myth wrapped in another myth wearing a shawl of cursed moonlight."

I grinned. "So you’re in?"

"I’m in," she grumbled. "But if we die, I’m haunting you. You’ll never sleep again. I’ll blow out your candles and whisper your name like a spooky virgin bride every time you close your eyes."

"Deal."

She chuckled, shooting me a ’I can devour you any moment from now’ stare before launching herself into my arms.

"Oh, God. We probably might flop this, but it’s relaxing knowing we’ve come to a common ground." She sighed into my chest.

I placed a hand on her head and raked her hair with my fingers. "And that stuff you said about Rosa and her lover? Those two were hiding their relationship from both kinds. It means the witches don’t probably give a damn what happened to them."

"So we are in the clear?" She lifted her head to meet my gaze.

I stared into those enchanting green eyes of hers for a long moment, getting drunk in the lushness of it. Finally, I sighed.

"Yes, wifey. I think we are."

And just like that, we had a plan. Sort of.

"Well, that’s that. I should rest now and prepare for the court hearing tomorrow." She pointed out, getting up to make her way into the bed.

Right. María’s been doing such a great job trying to make a change in the pack. Sometimes, I, who was the husband get jealous of her bravery, because it should be me calling those corrupted old men out on their crimes.

However, I was too busy getting lost and drowning in what I thought was my wife’s betrayal that I didn’t care about anything else. I hadn’t been giving her my support as any proud and lucky husband of such an admirable woman should.

Well, it was better late than never. I could still make amends. Tomorrow, I’ll be there. I’d stand by her every step of the way and ensure those evil douchebags don’t think they stood a one in a million chance to intimate or harm my way.

The moon be my witness.