Chapter 3- Summoning

Jamari’s POV

As I sit in the middle of the circle that I drew  in the middle of my tiny living room, I look around, waiting for something to happen. I wasn’t sure exactly what was supposed to happen when I summoned my sister, but I am pretty sure that SOMETHING is supposed to happen. 

Glancing down, I re-read the instructions written on the scroll that I hold. “SHIT!!”, I said out loud. I drew the damn circle wrong which explains why the summoning spell didn’t work. 

I glance around my small living room uneasy about what I might have accidentally done instead of summoning my sister. When after another couple minutes nothing bad happened I grabbed my bowl of lambs blood and added the last part to my circle that I had previously forgotten. 

Before moving on, I inspected my circle to ensure that no other parts were wrong or missing. I didn’t want to accidentally summon a demon and sell my soul to him by doing this spell wrong. That would not help me with my current situation at all! When I was satisfied that my circle was indeed correct this time I re-spoke the words written on the scroll, adding the name of my sister. 

In a flash the flames of the candles I had set up around my circle goes out as a gust of wind blows through my living room. My heartrate accelerates in fear. 

Have I spoken the words wrong and would now suffer the consequences? Samara always warned me not to mess around with witchcraft, but of course I had to do it anyway. Now who would find my sister?

Before sadness could set in over my failure, all five candles relit by themselves causing me to jump where I sat. I begine to glance around my living room nervously when my eyes suddenly land on my sister standing just outside the circle. 

Relief flooded through me and I jumped up ready to leave the circle and hug my twin. Last minute I remembered that if I leave the circle it would cause the spell to end.

Stopping right in front of my sister, I look her over from head to toe. I feel a frown cross my face when I notice that my sister is naked and covered in blood. 

Tears istantly spring to my eyes when I think about what could have happened to my sister to cause her to appear before me like this. The tears break free when I realize that my sister was more than likely not currently living. 

Samara reachs for me but is blocked by an invisible barrier between us. Sighing, Samara places her hands at her sides and gives me a reassuring smile. “It’s so nice to see your face again little sister.” 

Even though we are twins Samara was born five minutes before me and always called me her little sister. This causes me to break out into more tears, I cover my face to hide them from my sister. “Please don’t cry Mar. You know I could never stand it.”

I look up at my sister helplessly. After a few moments I was able to calm down enough to whisper, “You’re dead, aren’t you?”

Samara smiles at me sadly. “I tried my best to make it for your Mar. But that damn Demon King!” She growls, her eyes flashing a brilliant blue.

My eyes got big behind my prescription glasses. “Demon King?” Samara takes in deep breaths to calm herself, despite not needing to breathe any longer. “What happened to you Mara? Everyone has been looking for you for over a week. The Elders say that they can’t feel you, but that they didn’t feel the loss of their Queen either. I don’t understand how that makes sense when you are clearly not alive.”

Samara sighs before relaying the encounter she had with the wolves that chased her and the Demon King that was waiting for her outside the old Church Ruins. I attempted to hold back the tears that threatened to fall throughout the tale Samara told, but failed. My sadness turned to confusion when Samara mentioned the Demon King searching for a key. 

Frowning, I looked at my twin questioning. “What key is this Demon King searching for? And why does he think that you have this key that he wants?”

“There is a lot that you don’t know about yourself Jamari. You will have a tough road ahead of you now that I am gone and I am sorry for that.” Samara looks over at the photo of me and her hanging above the fireplace mantle and lets out a sigh of regret. 

“I wish that I had told you everything while I was still alive so I could have prepared you for your destiny, but I foolishly thought that we had plenty of time before we had to address that.”

“There is nothing special about me Mara. You were always the special one that had to look out for me since we were kids.”

“You have no idea how wrong you are Mar. I was blessed with the power that I have so I could protect you. I’m sorry that I failed to do that. If only I hadn’t been so determined to give you a normal life and had told you everything from the beginning then we wouldn’t be where we are now.”

“Then tell me now.”

Samara smiles sadly, and looks past me at some invisible force. I wasn’t able to see what my sister saw, but I could feel the power of something standing there. I frown. I had never been able to feel power radiating off of anyone before. Even my sister that could make wolves bow to her with just a look felt like nothing to me. So why was I feeling a presence now?

Before I could ask Samara about this she turns back to me and speaks quickly. “There is no time to explain anything now Mar. You will have to figure this out on your own now.” Samara’s form starts to flicker, causing me to panic. I wasn’t ready to be on my own. My attention snapped back to my twin who is slowly fading away. 

“You must go back to the old Church Ruins. The answer that you need can be found in a hidden room on the premises. Please be safe Mar. I love y…” I sob loudly when my other half disappears in an instant. 

I sit back down within the circle and bury my face in my hands sobbing for the loss of my twin. How was I supposed to make it through this world without my other half? Samara had always been there looking out for me since we were children. Especially after we both turned thirteen and realized that I wasn’t like the rest of the pups our age. 

I was not blessed with the hearing, smell, or eyesight of the other pups in our pack growing up. The other pups would tease me for my glasses, which was an unheard of thing within the werewolf community. Samara was always there to protect me when the other pack members would tease me for my shortcomings and when they would bully me for them.

Samara had always shown great strength even as a pup. It seems that she got all of the werewolf genes while I was left with none. No one in the pack knew the extent of my shortcomings until we both turned eighteen and it became apparent that while Samara had been blessed with the wolf of the Alpha Queen, I had not received the blessing of a wolf at all.

That realization had crushed me and ruined any hope that once I gained my wolf that I would be normal like the rest of the pack. But of course fate had other plans and had to make me be more abnormal than I already was. I had become more human than wolf. This was why I took nothing from the pack and chose to live in town instead of in pack borders.

No one had ever heard of a child born from two werewolves not receiving a wolf from the Moon Goddess. Our parents were afraid that I would resent Samara for being a strong wolf while I didn’t even get an Omega wolf, but I  loved my sister too much to ever resent her. And now she is gone…forever…I sob loudly again. 

I lose track of how long I sat there crying over the loss of my sister. As my sobs start to subside I become aware of an immense power appearing within my living room. Slowly, I raise my eyes and see the face of the most handsome man I have ever seen. I suck in a breath as I inspected the face of the man standing outside my circle. 

He has a face that looked to be chiseled by an artist. He has jet black hair that looks effortlessly styled from constantly running his fingers through his hair. I push my glasses up the brim of my nose to better inspect his face. 

He was gifted with the jawline and chin of a God. Well defined and slim with a slight indentation in his chin. Moving up I saw the most kissable looking lips I had ever seen on a man. Unconsciously, I lick my lips, imagining how his lips would taste against mine. 

His nose is slim, coming to a slight point at the end. Not that this in any way took away from the movie star looks even a little. When I reach his eyes I gasp at the beautiful swirls of black, blue, and gold I see within them. 

His eyes look like a galaxy and were like nothing I had ever seen before. Once I got past admiring his eye color I noticed the raised eyebrow and smirk on the man's face causing me to blush in embarrasment. 

I had been caught ogling this strange man that appeared in my living room. That thought caused my heart to race. There is a strange man in my living room. Starting to panic, I look around me to find a weapon to use against him. 

When he finally speaks, he causes me to stop and stare at him again. His voice comes out as a low purr and it causes butterflies to start flying in my stomach. Who was this man? And why was he causing such a reaction within me?