We've been on this stakeout for long enough. Mom and Solas have safely entered the castle and no one is the wiser.

Luxe and I have our eyes set on the warrior standing right at the East wing entrance, Lawrence. He's a tough one, which is why I made him the sole guard of the East wing entrance in the first place.

"Luxe, we're going in." I use sign language just in case their werewolf hearing picks up on our voices.

He nods, then we both teleport.

We flank Lawrence on his sides. Before he could make any noise, Luxe had the cloth with diluted wolfsbane held up to Lawrence's face. The dosage was enough to knock him out for a few hours, but not enough to inflict any harm.

"Illusion." I signal him.

He conjures up a very realistic hologram of Lawrence before checking the coast. Good, no wolf has spotted us so far. We teleport back to the house, since it's all clear.

We roughly fall on the basement floor with a heavy Lawrence piled on top of us.

"Get this wolf off of me!" I yell at Luxe.

"He's too heavy, Lumia!"

Weak ass witch. I use all my strength and manage to lift the unconscious Lawrence off the floor. Training with werewolves helps with strength and stamina.

"Man! Have you been working out, cause that guy is heavy as fuck."

"Language." I scowl.

"The kids aren't around, Lulu."

In less than two seconds I have him pinned to the wall with his feet dangling in the air and a choke hold on his neck.

"What did I say about calling me that?"

"That I shouldn't?" He says with cockiness.

I let go of his neck and he crashes uncomfortably onto the floor. I smirk, but my moment of victory is demolished as I receive a telepathic message from Limyé.

"We need help."

Luxe and I are immediately at his location and the sight isn't pretty. Limyé and Haske look beaten half to death and the light brown wolf they are fighting doesn't have a single scratch.

Wusses.

I stretch my neck and shoulder muscles then stop when I hear the satisfying cracks of my body preparing for a fight.

Time to show them why was made the Alpha Regent. I walk up to the wolf and look it in the eyes, showing it that I'm not afraid to fight.

He growls and starts circling me. I in turn, circle him too. He growls and snaps his jaws at me. I raise an eyebrow and keep my knees bent.

He lunges at me, aiming for my neck but I dive and slide on my back underneath him and grab his left hind leg. He falls to the ground and I pull then twist the leg, tearing a few ligaments in the process.

He howls in pain, but Luxe is quick with the silencing spell. I jump on his back and take hold of his front haunches to keep him from moving.

"The wolfsbane!" I whisper-shout at Haske.

Haske takes out a diluted wolfsbane-soaked cloth and limps over to us.

Luxe snatches the cloth and runs to cover the wolf's snout. The big guy falls limp underneath me and subconsciously shifts back to his human form.

I scan the area, and I am pleased when I see a holographic image of the werewolf patrolling the castle grounds.

I decide to teleport back with him and leave Luxe to help Limyé and Haske.

As soon as I am back in the basement, a whistling is heard. I see Lumo, Argia and Dritë smirking at me.

I shoot them a "what" glare and they answer my unasked question by pointing at the werewolf underneath me. I realize that I'm straddling him in the most undignified way.

I jump off of him in a flash and drag him to the other two warriors. While I carry his knocked out form, I take notice of his sharp features. His skin is lightly tanned, his face looks serious, even in his sleep. His dark brown hair falls over his eyes. A few of them are going gray. His jawline looks sharp enough to give my finger a cut.

What a handsome devil-

No! I need to get a grip on myself. I am a 231 year old witch! I shouldn't be lusting after a werewolf that looks to be in his late thirties. He probably has a mate for goodness sake.

"Get some clothes for him." I say after chaining his wrists to the wall, like the other warriors.

He is the only one that was in his wolf form, therefore the only one naked.

"You probably like it like that." Dritë replies and takes out some trousers from a box of old clothes.

"He has a mate out there somewhere. Just dress him up so Leggero can get the hair samples and Valo give back their memories." I spat.

I walk out of the basement, leaving Argia, Lumo and Dritë in the room. Luxe, Haske and Limyé are obviously back, judging by the sounds of pain coming from the bathroom.

My energetic pixie crashes onto me and engulfs me in a squeeze. Chloe looked way too happy to see me.

"Mia! I'm so glad you're back." She says after letting me go.

"Of course I'm back, starshine. Where are Leggero and Valo?" I ask.

"They were in the potions lab just a second ago."

Then they're at the basement now. I teleport downstairs and my suspicions were proven right.

Leggero has each of their hair samples in a plastic bag and is wearing gloves. He looks like one of those people from forensics teams from the crime scenes in movies. He has to take precautions, if anyone else's DNA gets fused with the warriors', things could get ugly.

Valo has his palms facing the three warriors. His expression is tense and small beads of sweat trickles down his head face. His hair turns white and his eyes are shut, but I know that they are glowing underneath his eyelids.

Kaceline's spell isn't easy to lift, and he's not performing the counter spell on just one wolf, but on three.

I want to help, but I'm only half white witch. My powers are limited to a certain extent.

"Come on Valo." Dritë utters.

If only my mother were here. She could be strong enough to-

Wait!

"Aunt Fény! Please help us!" I call out, knowing that Aunt Fény is a light sleeper, just like me.

In a few moments, Aunt Fény comes down the stairs in her blue night gown. Her hair is frizzy like mine but I pay no attention to appearance right now.

"Valo can't lift Kaceline's delusion spell on his own. We need your help, Mama Fény." Leggero says.

"Okay, witchlings." She chuckles.

In the witch kingdom, anyone less than a quarter millennium is considered a "witchling".

With Aunt Fény present, the spell looks to be working. Both Valo and Fény grit their teeth and grunt in the amount of effort it's taking them.

Valo collapses and Lumo is quick enough to catch him.

"Take him to his room. He should wake up in at least a day or two." Dritë orders.

All eyes move back to Fény, who is currently continuing with the spell on her own. Her now white hair is a mess and her face is drenched with sweat. She opens her eyes and instead of irises of silvery color, they are pure white. Her irises glow bright like a flashflight as white light engulfs her hands.

The three warriors stir in their slumber, as if having a bad dream. They too, start uncontrollably sweating and grunting.

After a few minutes, it all just stops. The light emitting from Fény's hands flicker off and her eyes and hair return to their previous brown color. Dritë, Argia and Leggero catch Fény and teleport her to her bedroom.

I stand, watching the three wolves start waking up.

"Where are we?" The warrior Lumo captured speaks up first. He may be a warrior, but his aura shows wariness.

"I dunno, Jerome. Maybe ask the witch in front of us instead of me." Lawrence says with sarcasm.

The last warrior is silent, staring at me with intense emotion in his eyes. His aura is that of a warrior. Strong, dutiful and emotionless.

"Excuse us, woman. Who are you?" Jerome asks.

"I'm a white witch who's helping your kingdom. I'm sure you're aware that Kenneth Halo sits on your throne."

All three of them growl at my words. Good. They know the true enemy here.

I start explaining our plan to them, and I highlight the fact that when the other witches are cloned into them, they'll be unconscious. But obviously they'll be in proper beds.

"So can we trust you to cooperate?"

"As long as you get us a really cool group name." Jerome smirks.

I face palm myself and drag my hand down my face. Who knew the term "babies" for witches in their twenties could apply to werewolves? Not me.

I think before replying. "The Resistance?"

"The Resistance." Jerome repeats, clearly liking the idea.

Lawrence and the other guy are clearly as uninterested in a name as I am. But something tells me that Jerome is a stubborn ass.

"Welcome to the Resistance boys."