The news of the queen of witches finally revealing herself were everywhere. Gol stared at his computer following the news. He clicked on the invitation that was sent to all the covens in the United States to come and pay their respects. He was disappointed that Aldron didn’t manage to achieve his goal. The misery that would have filled the air after he killed the queen of witches would have been a feast. Every witch in the world would mourned her death. And Gol would have feasted on it. But he knew it wouldn’t have compared to the short of misery he received from the Alpha King last night. That had been so delicious and powerful. He wanted more of it.
He just had to figure out how he was going to get him. Gol stared at the invitation. The Mayday coven wasn’t far from his coven. He rub
