Thora POV
My life has been dedicated to one cause: creating a world where the immortal witches reigned and the humans were eradicated. It would be a world where the shifter beasts and vampires that remained looked up to us, no longer hunting us for the power we possessed. We would be feared.
With meticulous precision, I crafted a plan that guaranteed my success. Every step was taken in preparation for the rebirth of the original royal white wolf and lycan prince, for they were the key to my triumph. I orchestrated numerous deceptions among their kind, weakening them from within. And every action I took yielded beautiful success. Ultimately, it was I who caused the downfall of the lycans and the great wolf king.

I despised these creatures to my very core. Yet, I have endured living amongst them, all in order to bring back the one who will finally correct this disgrace of a world. The world needs a new order, a world where our kind can flourish away from these abominations.
It was now only a matter of time before my plan finally came to a chilling conclusion, it all started to fall in place when I took the pathetic lycan prince as a child. The remainder of his kind now eradicated, they may have been strong, but they were foolish. It was not hard to curse the majority, causing their numbers to dwindle. And in doing so, they then used the werewolves as breeders, unknowingly assisting my cause.
The werewolves, always at odds with the lycans, were the ones to eradicate them for me. They have never been able to get along, but the lycans, prior to my curse, were too much of a threat for the werewolves to attack. However, since there were very few remaining after my curse, the werewolves won. This slaughter of a species will never be traced back to me, I will remain hidden in the shadows and the Lycans can no longer stand as a threat.
I just needed to keep that little prince alive, and I needed to make him a weakling, stripped of his power. When the time came, he played his role in accepting the white wolf, completing her. I needed her to form a strong bond again, but only so it can be shattered.
The lycan prince, who was cursed to grow up as a human, still had no clue about what he will become. He will soon realize his lack of training mixed with a lycan who was kept in a small cage within him for a long time is the perfect recipe for him to lose control and go feral.
In order for my spell to work, and for me to raise the strongest immortal warlock, I must harness the full power of the royal white wolf. And the only way to do that is to break her, to shatter her bond with the Lycan. In the end, he will be the one who destroys her, the destruction of their once unbreakable bond serving as the final key to my spell, unlocking unimaginable power.

I had honed my shape-shifting ability over the years, effortlessly blending in among the humans. Hiding the prince, I arranged for him to be taken to a witch I claimed to know. Little did anyone suspect that I had already eliminated that witch, assuming her identity. I was the one who raised the lycan-turned-human boy. Pathetic in his human form, he often wept for the fabricated deaths of his fake family, a memory I implanted within him as a child.
To weaken him, I provided him with a nightly vitamin, a secret concoction that would gradually make his lycanthropic nature feral when the time was right, undetectable to any other witch he might encounter. Through glimpses of the future, I foresaw his white wolf finding him, their bond reigniting, but he would soon discover the inner turmoil within him. When that time comes, he will realize he cannot save his white wolf, for she already belongs to me just as much as he does.
I molded him as he grew, shaping him so his fear of losing the little white wolf would turn into seething anger. This anger would blind him with rage and make it difficult for him to stand beside the white wolf. They may be the original destined couple, their bond stronger than any other, but I will be the one to aid in its destruction. The power their bond holds is more potent than any other, and it will be mine, along with the white wolf's power, once I am finished.
Capturing the lycan price was surprisingly effortless he fell for my trick faster than I anticipated. It astounded me how much he had transformed since the last time we crossed paths. A pungent scent of anticipation lingered in the air, confirming that my years of meticulous preparation were finally taking effect. His once calm eyes now held a flicker of anger, fueled by his unwavering obsession with the white wolf. Their sickening love for one another became his greatest weakness, a weakness I intended to exploit.

Leaving him in the shelter, I felt confident that my first step in the plan would be a resounding success. Although I knew it wouldn't completely shatter their bond, I was certain that cracks would form, and her trust in the lycan would begin to waver. Teleporting myself back to Alpha Artemis's pack, a power concealed from all but my trusted allies, I sat upon the bed, clutching a small mirror. Its polished surface allowed me to keep an unyielding watch over the lycan. But as I peered into its depths, fury consumed me, as the scene before my eyes unfolded.
I clenched my fist tightly, feeling the weight of failure settle upon me. My plan to provoke the Lycan into shattering his bond with Mia had backfired. Underestimating the strength he had gained from their time together, I watched through my spell as his face betrayed a sense of determination. Despite the setback, I couldn't help but chuckle at his realization. The Lycan prince was slowly awakening to the fact that he couldn't protect his beloved white wolf forever.
As I pondered the situation, a knock broke the silence, causing me to sigh. "Come in," I called out, my voice tinged with annoyance. Alpha Artemis entered the room, his presence commanding. "The room for the white wolf is ready, awaiting your finishing touches. The room for the Lycan is also complete," he informed me.
"Good," I replied, my gaze fixed upon the outside world. "Now, we just need to lure them into our trap. They believe we just want Mia, and that ignorance will work to our advantage. Little do they know, we need them both."
Curiosity filled Alpha Artemis's voice as he inquired, "How do you plan on breaking her?"
A sinister smile played across my lips. "Simple. He will reject her in the end."
The warning in Alpha Artemis's tone was clear. "If he rejects her now, when she is marked, it could kill her."
I nodded, fully aware of the risks. "I am well aware, but my spell will already be in motion. She will remain alive long enough for me to complete it."
Alpha Artemis's voice turned serious as he reminded me of our agreement. "The deal still stands. We share in her power."
A cold laugh escaped my lips. "Yes, it does.”
"My warriors have caught the faint scent of other wolves nearby," the Alpha informed me, his voice low and authoritative. "It is safe to assume they are the warriors on Mia's side."
"Good," I replied, my heart quickening with anticipation. "That means they will be coming soon and just in time. You already know the plan. Your main focus is Mia. We only need to capture her right now, as the lycan prince will do anything to get her back, making it easy for him to fall into our hands when needed."
The air was thick with tension as I continued, "The witch they have is not strong in battle. They may have strong warriors, but so do we, so they will be busy. Mia will not easily fall for tricks. I will conceal any trace of myself, making it seem as though I am not here, just as I am doing now. You keep the white wolf distracted, and when the time is right, I will swiftly grab her."
"The wolf Flint, or should I say lycan, he has the files we planted for him to take. This will make them believe they know the location of the facility where we would bring Mia. We'll have some of our warriors there to make it appear active, distracting them while we keep Mia hidden right under their noses."
"Then I get to have a little fun with her." Artemis spoke eagerly.
I suppressed a shudder at his twisted enthusiasm. "Yes, you will be in charge of the second phase of the plan as we break her.” I responded.
"Lead me to the room prepared for Mia," I ordered, my excitement palpable. As we entered the hidden passageway beneath the ground.
The dimly lit corridor echoed with the distant sound of dripping water, creating an eerie atmosphere. Finally, we reached the prison room where Mia would be confined. The scent of dampness and mustiness filled the air, mixing with my anticipation. I surveyed the meticulous preparations, a testament to years of careful planning. Soon, my long-awaited moment would arrive, and Mia would be under my control. No longer would she be able to escape my grasp.
Alongside her, the Lycan prince would play his role, unaware of the impending doom that awaited them. They foolishly believed they had a second chance to forge a world of acceptance. Little did they know, this second chance belonged to the immortal witches. We would bring an end to these monstrous creatures once and for all.