The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 473

113 - Elara

She’s stalking towards me, hands raised. I think Marietta said she’s a Chaos Witch, but I don’t remember what that means. The rest of the names make sense, but what the f*ck does ‘chaos’ mean, exactly? It would help fight her if I knew. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions.

“Get your head out of your ass!” My wolf chides me. “A chaos witch is exactly what it sounds like. She is unpredictable. She has access to lots of kinds of magic, but none of them are her true calling. Chaos witches have to work twice as hard at mastering their skills, but they have natural access to more types of magic. If they put in the work, they can master all of the elements.”

“Do you think she has put in the work?”

“To try and take magic, yes. To earn her abilities, no.”

“How do you even take magic from someone?”

“Not sure. I assume dark magic is involved and people die. Don’t die!”

“Thanks.” I respond sarcastically. “Is everyone a safe distance from us? If I can dodge her spells and force her to fight we might have a chance, but I don’t want her to hit anyone.”

“I think you’re alright, but just to be safe, corral her in the other direction. I can feel everyone. They are conscious, but I can’t tell if they are able to move or not. I can’t talk to anyone’s wolf.”

Blue streaks across my face. I thank my dad for pushing me to train quick reactions. I let her move towards me as I gradually side step. I’m not trying to have her direct her blasts at the new barrier around the divide either. I don’t need her spells ricochetting into my back.

I know witches get tired. Marietta and Brianna are always careful about energy expenditure, but this chick is firing off blasts like she has an endless supply. Hopefully she passes out from exhaustion. I notice all of the colors too. I don’t remember Marietta or Brianna having colors. Juliette did though. Maybe that’s a chaos thing.

Her onslaught halts and she stands there staring at me in an eerie calm. I stop moving and mirror her curiosity. I am being sized up, that’s for sure. What she's looking for is less clear.

“I think your motivation to cooperate is lacking.” She says, tilting her head the other way like I am an art piece to be discussed.

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