#Chapter 123: Mine First

Elijah Within moments of beginning the ritual, Agnes’s head fell backwards and her eyes rolled back. Panic lanced through me and I surged forward, reaching for her. “Agnes—” “Don’t touch her,” the witch said, holding out one hand to stop me. “She’s fine.” “Fine?” I echoed, letting out an incredulous laugh that had no humor in it. “Her damn eyes are rolled back in her head!” The witch glanced up at me, looking unbothered by the whole ordeal. “Just give her a moment. She might be communicating with her wolf, and I don’t want to interrupt.” I opened my mouth to tell the witch to go to hell, but snapped it shut after a moment. If there was any chance for Agnes to finally lift the curse and get her wolf back after all these years, then I didn’t want to get in the way. Even if it was fucking terrifying to watch the woman I cared about suddenly look like she was being possessed. Agnes remained like that for some time, her head lolling and her eyes rol