The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Killian's point of view
I held Sheila's body in my arms. She was fucking cold, and her heartbeat was getting slower by the second. I clutched her tightly
to myself, my amber eyes moving up ahead to where Zeriyah, Valerie, Lorenzo, Zena, Gwen, and the few witches that didn't join
the war at the Council were. They were all moving as fast as they could, trying to get everything needed for the ritual in order.
My amber eyes drifted off to Leonardo who was with Vladimir's unconscious body not far from us. I sighed, bringing my gaze
back to the binding around Sheila's neck. Zeriyah said it was to buy us enough time to get ready for the ritual and slow the dark
magic from completely taking control of Sheila. We needed Sheila to be in control for this to work. My eyes rounded when I
noticed that the silver binding around Sheila's neck had begun to melt. She was fucking cold, and yet the silver brace was
melting.
"The silver is melting," I said quickly, and Lorenzo hastened to my side.
"Her magic is waking up, and so is she," he voiced, turning to where Valerie and Zeriyah were almost done with the markings on
the ground. "But I don't think it's Sheila."
"We are done," Zeriyah sounded, moving quickly to us. She placed a hand on Sheila's hands, and her eyes turned white as she
began chanting. We were at the old Crystal Fortress, and almost everyone that cared about Sheila was right here. The war was
still ongoing, and I had no idea how things were looking for us. But if Zeriyah's plan could work and Sheila was free from that
thing. Everything would be just fine. I knew it.