Game of Thrones (Amica and Deckard) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

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l this man. My menage at work,

I need something beyond the natural to but I need more. I can’t take my chances by relying on them alone.

Then it clicks–I need the help of something with sharper, more discerning eyes than mine. And when I finally catch this person….

I take a trip out of town to see a known sorceress. Werewolves don’t usually associate with magic practitioners; their foolish magic is what led us here in the first place. But on rare occasions like this, their expertise becomes necessary.

It is forbidden in the werewolf world to meddle with magic or deal with sorcerers. Too many complications.

Werewolves and sorcerers have always had a love–hate relationship. Since the beginning of time, we have argued over who is stronger and who is truly cursed.

But the truth cannot be denied–sorcerers know a lot more about us than we do about ourselves. Evert the things we have yet to uncover, they already know. We are stronger, yes, but sorcerers are far more cunning. They possess knowledge, books filled with the history of werewolves and countless other supernatural beings.

I did my research a long time ago, back when I was obsessed with joining the Apex Circle. Thankfully, that obsession has faded–I’m already close to reaching my goal.

I remember Cameron telling me about a powerful sorcerer who lives in secret at the outskirts of town. He claimed she had the power to make me strong enough, attractive enough, to earn my place in the Apex Circle. At the time, it sounded like complete bullshit, but I won’t lie–I considered it.

I wondered what it was going to cost me, and for a moment, I feared I didn’t have enough to offer. But luck was on my side -I didn’t have to think too hard before the perfect opportunity presented itself. Selling out to Deckard had its advantages.

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Following the directions to Crow Valley, I arrived at the location but found nothing resembling a sorcerer’s hideout. Doubt crept in, but I kept my focus. I asked around carefully, making sure not to draw too much attention. Eventually, I got right directions–another kilometer away from where I was. I got back in my car and drove.

I came upon a small bungalow, isolated, without fences or gates standing alone near the woods. This had to be it

Summoning my courage, I walked up to the house and knocked. The silence stretched before me, thick and unmoving. I knocked again, harder this time.

Finally, movement. A shadow shifted behind the window, and then, a voice–sharp and distrustful.

“What do you want?”

An older woman’s voice drifted from inside.

“Are you Jezebel?” I asked.

“Yes. Who’s asking?” she replied.

“Me. I need your help.”

A pause. Then, in a knowing tone, she said, “You’re a werewolf,”

I exhaled sharply “Please, can you let me in?” I asked, my voice ged with urgency.

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After a long moment, the door creaked open.

Stepping inside, I was immediately hit with the scent of herbs, burnt wood, and something metallic–blood, maybe. The living room was cluttered with strange decorations–animal skin hanging on the walls, jars filled with unknown substances, and candles melted into grotesque shapes.

I forced myself to ignore it, keeping my focus on why I was here

“I need your help finding a man,” I said, wasting no time. “The Scarface man.”

Jezebel’s expression didn’t change. “You know werewolves and sorcery are forbidden.”

“And you also know that we need each other,” I countered, holding her gaze.

Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy,

“This Scarface man.” she repeated, her voice slow and deliberate “I’m well aware that all of Blackwater is hunting him for the reward. So why would I hand him to you on a silver platter? I don’t even know you.”

I expected resistance, but I came prepared. “If it was so easy for you to walk into Blackwater and claim the prize yourself. why haven’t you done it yet?” I challenged. “You know you wouldn’t be welcomed. You have no way of reaching out to any other werewolf as desperate as I am.”

Jezebel’s sharp eyes studied me, but I pressed on.

“I need your help, Jezebel,” I said, my voice firm. “More than any other werewolf who might come knocking. I’m a passive member of the Apex Circle–I’ve been placed on probation. But once I find this Scarface man, I’ll become a full member. That means more than a million dollars in my pocket. I can give you half of it without breaking a sweat. Just help me.”

For a moment, she was silent. Then, suddenly, she threw her head back and laughed–a wild, unsettling cackle that sent a chill down my spine.

“Did I say something funny?” I asked, frowning in confusion,