The Rise of an Alpha Were-Jaguar

Chapter 52

A OWL HOOTED in the distance.

The moon was full and bright casting a ghostly pale blue light everywhere. Throwing places in dark utmost shadows.

The whole area was quiet and still.

Or so it seemed.

The cemetery was especially creepy tonight. This was because the temple at the south wall was a bee hive of activities.

The grand magus of the witchcraft society would be coming during the week and teh head witch was making sure everything was in accordance to his taste.

The taste which had not changed since the last 300 years since he became grand magus.

The Witchcraft society was the strictest amongst the other species and creatures.

After being tapped in their young age, each young witch and wizard undergoes series of hard training and lessons before they are graduated and initiated into the witchcraft society.

Often argued as being the powerhouse of magic and main controllers of magic, the witchcraft society solely thrived on sacrifices and potions.

They took their magic more