My Husband And My Alpha
4. Amendment

Brandon parked his car on the edge of the woods. That night was very dark. The sky is cloudy and the rain may fall in a moment. The wind gushed gently, hitting the leather of Brandon covered in a jacket.

The man checked the phone for a moment and made sure that the location Anne had sent was where she was standing now. Anne sends a message to him to rush into the forest following the flashing light that picks him up. Brandon's seen. Many lights like fireflies were floating on one side of the forest. He immediately followed her.

The lights led him towards a group of people in black robes. The man's eyes were poking and wanting

turn to the car. But someone is blocking his path. Anne with her shiny red eyes seemed to be smiling behind Brandon.

“Where to?” ask the woman.

Brandon fell silent. His eyes were staring back and forth, including at the robed people who looked over

directions now.

“You want to see your wife's soul, ‘kan?” ask Anne again.

Liur Brandon gulped. She recalled enthusiastically earlier this afternoon as Anne chatted with her in the home cafeteria

be ill.

Anne touched one of Brandon's hands that was marked by her. “It will be yours if you want

join us,” he said.

“What do you mean?” Brandon frowned.

“Anne!” One of the robed men exclaimed. He approached the white-haired woman, then pulled out his hood. Her red heterochromia eyes next door looked at the man who was with Anne now.

“Name Brandon Hover,” said Anne and heard by her other friends. “He's here because he wants to

fetching the soul of his wife who wandered in the world of Immortal.”

Brandon jerks. He pulled out his hand that Anne was still holding and glared at the woman.

“What do you mean?” tanyakanya. “I'm just here to know how to wake my wife back!”

Anne rolled her eyes and sighed. He looked at the heterochromia man beside him. “Eden,” call him.

The man reached out to Brandon. “My name is Eden Moriez,”. Brandon seemed hesitant to reply

shake hands, but eventually the man does. “I'm human, just like you. My friends are also human, but Anne—dia is Werewolf albino.”

Brandon frowned at Anne. The woman smiled so widely to reply. He looked back

Eden.

“At first, I also did not intend to join them,” said Eden. “But, I realize, that the soul

my sister had to pick him up so he could return to his physical body. The Immortals kept Elana's soul locked in the world there.”

Brandon saw a hatred in Eden's face. He himself did not understand all that

they talked. Anne is an albino werewolf. About the Immortal world. Especially about the human soul that was locked in a world that he had never touched.

“Common people call us Black Witcher,” Eden said. “We studied magic and opened the portal to

the Immortal World for the sake of picking up the souls of humans who were confined there. If you want, we can help you save your wife's soul and return her to her physical body.”

The blonde-haired man fell silent. His blue eyes showed sadness and regret simultaneously. A few seconds later, he looked at Eden with a face full of confidence.

***

Brandon frowned as the robed men began a ritual he did not understand. Anne asked him to extend a hand that had been given a transparent mark before. The woman placed her hand on Brandon's hand and made the sign glow with the pain that spread there.

Brandon growled, enduring the agonizing and painful turmoil of the seal that had begun to be etched on the back of his right hand

and spread throughout his body. Groans sounded from Brandon's mouth because he wasn't strong with the pain. His body fell and knelt down for a moment.

Blood dripped from his seal that had been formed and placed in a cup carried by Eden. The man reflects it. One man sliced Eden's palm bloody, then poured it into the cup. Eden gave it to Brandon.

The man glared. She shook her head. How could he drink blood? He's not a vampire!

Eden blinked her eyes while sighing. Signal Brandon if it's one of those

the conditions. Brandon finally received the cup, then gulped the blood in it in the blink of an eye. His throat was choked and made him almost vomit. However, a warmth from Anne's hand that touched her nape made Brandon's energy rise again. The man nodded, hinting if

he's doing fine.

A few minutes later, Brandon stood up. Eden cupped a hooded robe to him. The black-haired man smiled at Brandon.

“Welcome to Black Witcher, Brandon Hover.”

Brandon felt something in his chest rumble. He looked at all the Black Witcher members who raised their hands and created light fibers that spread throughout the entire forest. His gaze lifted, following the direction of the multicolored fibers that scattered the forest and straddled. His two blue eyes turned slowly into a fiery red. A grin was engraved on the corner of his lips, showing the confidence in him that was now stirring.

***

Jasper hurriedly opened the door of the room and immediately descended the stairs after hearing Clara's screams.

The woman was not in bed and agitated him to death. Jasper's blue eyes wandered, searching the entire room. His first quick step, stopped for a moment.

His body stiffened in a few seconds before finally running towards Clara who was huddled holding her stomach. “Clara!!”

“Jas-Jasper …. Please ...” Clara's voice has been whirring. He sobbed to feel the pain that spread in the lower part of the abdomen and made his legs numb.

“We're going to the hospital now!”

Clara shakes. He groaned with a stifled voice and a hand squeezing Jasper's T-shirt. One hand pointed towards the kitchen window.

Jasper who noticed it immediately stood up and approached the window. His blue eyes blocked out for a moment. A lot

hooded people stood around his house with hands that emitted sparks of various colors as if preparing to burn the house.

Jasper's jaw stiffened. He went back to Clara, then carried the woman. “We use a shortcut,” murmured.

Jasper takes Clara back to the room. He did not open the door of his room, but closed his eyes. As his blue eyes opened, a spiral portal formed on the door.

“Jasper,” Ogre Clara. Her hands were squeezing her husband's shirt.

A sigh escaped from the black-haired man's nose. He nodded to Clara, reassuring her

that everything will be fine. A few seconds later, his foot stepped into the portal and disappeared into time.

“Hold, Clara.”

***