Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 796

Chapter 796: Run As Fast As You Can

Duskmoon Village

Panic drove Layla forward.

It couldn’t be.

Ziva couldn’t have killed her sister. Laura couldn’t be dead.

She pushed the door open and froze.

The room smelled thickly of blood and her eyes widened in shock.

Ziva lay sprawled across the bed, her body slick with crimson. The floor beneath her was stained with dark blood. Her shirt had been torn away and her abdomen and her intestines were practically spilling out.

It was a miracle she was still breathing.

Sweat coated Ziva’s pale forehead, her teeth clenched as waves of pain wracked her body. Despite the severity of the wound, fury still burned in her eyes.

Around the bed stood Lilian and two other witches in attendance.

"Do the goddamn spell already!" Ziva snarled.

Lilian nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Yes—yes, of course."

She grabbed the hands of the other witches. The three of them formed a small circle beside the bed, fingers interlocked.

Then they began to chant.

Low words filled the air, as magic hummed through the room like a rising current. The moment the spell took hold, Ziva screamed.

Her back arched violently as the wound began to move. The torn flesh knit itself together inch by inch. Her muscles fused while the blood retreated. And just like that, her skin sealed slowly like a zipper being drawn shut by invisible hands.

Ziva stopped screaming and finally, there was silence. The wound was gone.

Collapsing back onto the mattress, Ziva panted heavily. She lifted her head weakly and stared down at her stomach. It was smooth like nothing happened.

"Clean this place up," she ordered hoarsely.

Lilian immediately bent down, gathering the blood-soaked shirt from the floor and the stained towel. Ziva lay there wearing nothing but her underwear, her skin still ghostly pale from blood loss.

Layla stepped closer, her shock slowly morphing into irritation.

"You know," she said coldly, "the least you could do is show some respect. Our sister just saved your life."

Ziva glared up at her.

"She merely did her job," she snapped. "And I’m not in the best mood, so I suggest you take your concerns elsewhere."

Lilian quickly intervened, sensing the tension.

"I’ll get you a strength brew," she said softly. "And some clothes."

Alongside the other witches, she hurried out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Silence fell between the sisters.

Layla moved closer to the bed, staring down at Ziva. Though the wound had healed, her breathing was shallow. Whatever had happened had nearly killed her.

"What happened?" Layla asked.

Ziva’s lip curled.

"Get lost."

Layla studied her carefully.

"You failed."

Relief washed through her chest. Laura was still alive.

"Temporary," Ziva hissed. "Next time I go back, I’ll snap her little neck myself. Then let’s see how much you enjoy gloating."

Layla’s eyes flashed with anger.

"Are you kidding me? You think I’m gloating because you failed to kill our sister? Our sister, Ziva!"

Ziva laughed bitterly.

"You should have thought about that when you screwed up the mission and left her behind," she said coldly. "Now she’s nothing but collateral damage."

Her voice dropped to something darker.

"But don’t worry. I’ll bring her body back so it can remind you to do your job properly next time."

Whatever pity Layla had felt evaporated instantly. Her face hardened. Ziva didn’t deserve sympathy, not in this life. Or the next.

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