“Aer sit mihi pontis. Mitte quod peto,” I chanted in a loud, clear voice keeping my focus on the spade.
The tool shook violently then rose from the ground and flew straight into my outstretched hand. I can’t believe I did it.
Finally!
“Again,” Mama Owen barked behind me.
Rolling my eyes, I repeated the spell and tools flew into my hand, quicker and fluidly with each repeated chant. When training was over for the day, I slumped against the wall, exhausted and sweaty.
“Hurry along now, I need to close up shop.” She threw the nasty chocolate bar into my hand. She called it Protein Bars, I call it crap but its energy reviving benefits outweighed my disgust for it.
“Exams start tomorrow and I have a lot to catch up on. Can you like teach me a spell to retain memory?”
“There is a reason why we forget things, Phoe
“What are you making?” I asked when I found Mama Owen hunching over and pounding herbs in a bowl.“Potions.”“What for?”She stepped aside to reveal small lid bottles with labels. “Foresight, Memory Retention, Invisibility, Keen Smell, Love, Plant Growing, Protection and Truth.”“Huh. How do you make these from scratch?”“Go water the plants.”“You have to teach me how to make these potions. Don’t you want me out of your hair?”“Trying to rush magic will not help you.”“Well, I got that memory spell right. I used my earrings. When does it wear off? Do I have to incant the spell again? How do I stop it?”“You remove the earrings and cleanse them off all spells. Phoebe, the longer you use this spell, the more you would forget important things.”“Why did you not menti
“Phoebe!” He called again.“Go.” The wolf did not wait for another word as it trotted into the night.“Phoebe!”How far has it gone? Was it somewhere safe now?“Phoebe!” I spotted my father in a distance, carrying a torch. He looked in my direction, unsheathed fury in his eyes.“What?” I tried to sound as unfazed as possible and stood up, ignoring the protest in my left knee.“What are you doing out here?”“Just jogging. Wanted some peace and quiet to myself.”“This forest is not safe! Nowhere is safe for people like us and I would not like you putting yourself in danger because you learned some spells.”“It’s funny how you suddenly care. I’ll walk myself home. You can teleport or I don’t know, fly home.” I tried to push m
Morgan guffawed as I jerked her arm off. “Look at your face, dude. Don’t worry, I’ve got better taste,” she said to Reed who sported a stunned reaction.“I would love to listen to your insults more than anything in the world but,” I said, pulling him closer to me. “What the fuck are you doing here?”“Your father told me to get you.”“What are you, my bodyguard?”“Unfortunately.”Unfortunately? I scoffed and shook my head. Wait, what? What was my father up to this time? I grabbed Morgan by the arm and pulled her out of the school building with me.“Hey, easy with the grabbing,” She said when we reached the parking lot.“Get lost with you and,” I stuttered for a perfect word as I regarded her and her masculine appearance. “Whatever this is. Wait, are you male or female?”
You would think after days of Mama Owen’s relentless training, I would know what to do but I shrieked. Demon-Sam grabbed me by the neck, lifting me off the ground and slammed me into a tree. My back shuddered with pain at the impact. I fell limp in her hands as she lifted me again and threw me. I crashed to the ground and rolled until I collided with a tree bark.“Ugh!” I moaned. My face felt warm as blood trickled down my face. The ground trembled as I felt her advance on me again. Was this how it would end? Mama Owen’s potion mixing for demon banishment would be futile at this point. I struggled to remember the spell from my mother’s spell book.Demon-Sam picked me up again and licked her lips. Her fangs drew longer as the veins on her face grew bluish-purple.“Apage daemon. Ad infernum reverteris,” I sputtered and weakly gra
I shot Morgan a pleading look before answering my Dad. “I’m in bed!”Heavy feet approached my bedroom door and knocked. “I’m coming in.”“Good evening, sir.” Morgan’s stance changed as Dad entered the bedroom.“Morgan, you are still here.”“Yes.” He darted me a sharp look before looking away.The sheets bunched under my fisted palms as I prayed he says nothing about the Hastings or the demon. Tonight might be the last day I ever step out of my home. Besides, the idea of werewolves being the bad guys was just ridiculous. Connor protected me from Demon-Sam!“Is something wrong?” Dad inquired.Digging holes into his head, I remained tensed and hoped Dad would not notice or question further.I sighed inwardly when he answered, &l
“Guys, you need to go now.” My heart went erratic as I pushed them. “Go, please. I will explain everything later. Just go.”“Okay. We will be right around the corner.”“Just go!” Morgan snapped. He looked as terrified as I felt.As soon as the two bewildered boys were out of sight, I hurried inside with Morgan and tried to act normal. A portal appeared in the middle of the store and Dad stepped out. I did not need to check his aura to see a brewing storm. Even the atmosphere had dropped ten degrees colder.“Dad, what are you doing here?” I greeted with a waning smile.“What did you do?!”“Nothing. I’ve been here all day.”“The demon! Where is the demon? There was a demon activity right here in town and you were close by.&rdquo
“Why are we here?” I asked, fingering my bucket hat as I climbed out of the vehicle.The town’s shopping mall stood tall before me as people excitedly poured in and out of it. Tugging my jacket, I looked around the busy parking lot for anyone familiar.“We are going shopping,” Uncle Al said, hurrying into the building. Struggling to catch up with his fast strides, I could not help but raise a brow.Shopping?Earlier this morning, he shook me awake, muttering what little we have and something about a doorway, constantly checking his watch. From Dad's absent car, it looked like he already left for work which worked perfectly for me. I could not help feeling unbridled hate for him anytime we locked eyes or stayed in the same room.When I caught up to him, I asked, “Uncle Al, what is going on?”Breezing
Chapter Sixteen“Who are you?”Before she could answer, my uncle chimed in, “Such a fanatic for dramatic flair, Celeste.”“Not so much as you, Albert.” Her eyes remained on me as she said, “Come along, Phoebe. There is a lot you need to see.”My plate vanished and the chair drew back. Reluctant, I got to my feet. “Why should I go with you?”“Go on,” Uncle Al encouraged. “I’ll be right behind you.”With the help of a blinding gold horseless carriage, we were carried across town and to the tall white tower. On a close look, it gave an intimidating vibe that I did not like and the magic in the air was overwhelming.A door appeared and Celeste led the way in. We stepped into a large hallway with bronze drawings and oil lamps along the walls. Each step echoed along the w
When Morgan left, it felt like life pushed me back into my reality. Wiccan terminologies and slangs I thought I had forgotten came out of me as Morgan and I chatted, and reminisced about the good old days and the things that happened in my absence. The house buzzed with everyone talking about their day, well except Claire. She stalked Morgan out of here. A mail arrived an hour later, requesting all Alphas to be present for a meeting that evening. The sudden call turned the atmosphere tense as everyone realized the cause and could only imagine the outcome. I catered to the potions and charms Morgan made, keeping them in a safe drawer in my room. The strong colors showed the potency and strength the potions held. It would be possible to protect the house and everyone in it with these alone. “Are you hiding in here to cry now that your friend is gone?” I laughed at Jess words as she walked in into the bedroom. “Reed and Connor said to check in on you. They would have done so themselves
I pulled Morgan into a hug once more. It felt as though he might disappear if I take my eyes off him or let him go. He laughed and held me steady, reassuring me. I drew back and took another look at him. He dressed in casual clothing and boots but his exhaustion was clear as day on his face. “If I knew I would be missed this much, I will stay away longer,” He joked, his gaze shifting to the giggling babies. “Aw, babies. Any of these happen to be yours by any chance?”“No.” I picked up Pete from the hastily made bed of soft towels and pillows. “This little guy is Pete and the other is Theo.”He shook his head and refrained from carrying the baby. “Babies are cute to look at but I don’t know how to care for them. That is Ace’s job.”“Try it! He’s soft and cuddly.” “And easy to drop.” He rejected the offer once more. “When will you start popping out yours?”Turning Pete to rest on my chest, I threw Morgan a scowl. “Why are you here anyway?” “Wiccan envoys from Arth decided to drop by
The construction of the safe house came along faster than we expected. Rhys and Liam worked as contract construction workers in a private company. Their knowledge was useful in gathering materials and putting in the work to build the shelter. I tried to help by lifting tools and joining materials together. When my usefulness was outdone by the werewolves’ strength and speed, I resigned to working with Orion to get more provisions. As we began to offload the groceries into the car, the shadows suddenly spread across the ground. The wind picked up, bringing with it a storm of dust. As I shielded my face, my clothes pulled against me. I helped Orion get into the backseats of the car to hide out. “I don’t believe this change in weather was included in the weather forecast this morning,” he said, coughing. My nose itched as I looked at the dark sky. The clouds covered the sun, blocking away rays that attempted to escape. The sand storm might have been overlooked by the forecast team,
“Where have you been?” I grabbed the demon by the collar of his shirt, demanding. “I asked you a question, you damn demon!”“Go easy on the shirt. It cost me a lot.” He grabbed my wrists, loosening my grip on him. “I ventured a little farther and got captured.”“What? Who did it?” I noticed the dark blood prints on his shoes and knees of his white trousers. “Why is there blood on you?”“Calm down, Princess. Some of it isn’t mine.” He sighed heavily, running his hands through his hair. “I took a small vacation back to hell to regain some of my awesomeness.”“Quit saying shit and tell me what happened.” I offered him a glass of water then wondered if demons needed to drink water at all. Lucas drank greedily, and wiped his mouth when he finished. “Some crazy witches caught me, the ones serving the ‘Lord’ and tried to use me to do their dirty work.”“Tried?”“They used me to do their dirty work, okay? Murder, extortion, anything you can think of. It was awful not having a free will.”
I felt awful. A person being happy about someone else’s misfortune has a price. Having a conscience does little good and gives little benefits but it pays. It pays to have people be indebted to you. Okay, that’s enough with this terrible monologue. But I was right. Those two blondes are twins. The cab stopped in my familiar, middle class town. I stepped into Jess’ clinic and found it empty. There was no sign of struggle or blood. Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself into thinking she stepped for a moment. Making use of the private bathroom, I showered and changed into some dress I found in a lost and found box. The bell at the door jingled as the door creaked inwards. I stopped mid-twirl and stepped towards the entrance. “Doc is out at the moment,” I said, sweeping my hair into a messy ponytail. “Oh, it’s you guys.” “You sound disappointed to see us.” Connor carried in a gift basket while Jess held a bouquet of fresh flowers. “Where did you go earlier?” “Out and about.” I look
"Is that a limo?" The nail file fell to the clean tiled ground with a sharp clang. I gawked at the sleek black, long vehicle parked in front of the clinic. I scurried to the door, gawking at the extravagance. When Alpha Simon said he would send transport, I did not think he would send a flashy one. This was highly unnecessary. What if my mates were present? How did they even find me? “Jess? I’ll be back in a few.”“That,” she pointed at the limousine. “…is for you?”“Surprisingly so.” I turned to grab my purse. “Could you not tell Connor and Reed about this? Ill let them know myself when I get back.”“But what if they drop by?” she asked, darting another look at the vehicle outside. The suited driver stepped out of the car, and came around to wait at the passenger’s door. “Make up an excuse. I am sorry about this and thank you, Jess.”“But where are you going?” she yelled as I dashed out of the clinic. “Be careful.”Climbing into the vehicle, I waved her bye. Settling in, I came f
The day to intrude on Alpha Simon came sooner than expected. I took a cab, growing unsettled by the minute as the vehicle entered the next town. I had the cab pull up in front of the town's hall. When I got off, my plans suddenly seemed childish. What was I thinking? How am I supposed to find an Alpha in a town of many people? What was I going to do, walk in and ask for a Simon? There could be a thousand Simons in this town for all I knew.I watched people come and go, unable to tell the difference between them. They could all be normal people, wondering if I was the weird one. I brushed my hair out of my face, irritated by the afternoon breeze. I really should not be here. Pulling out my phone, I looked for a cab to get me back home. A shadow cast over my figure as someone fell in step beside me. "The Alpha bet you would be here but I did not believe him."Startled, I flinched at the low voice and looked at the bearer. It was the Mohawk dude from the other day. His piercing gaze sh
"Reed explained the situation to me. I do agree it's important to calm everyone down." She peered at me with a firm gaze. "I believe you have been explained to how the process goes." "Yes," I replied. "This might be a source of discomfort to you, baring yourself to wolves at a time like this. Don't worry though. The test will take place before the council and some by this time next week." I nodded in understanding. "I can't wait to get this over with." "If you don't mind me asking, have you come in contact with any witch since your banishment from Arth?" "No, none." "Strange," she mused. "Pardon me but when Arth is this quiet, its people are up to no good." "I like to think they are just healing from the mess. Besides, they have a serial killer bound. They are probably preoccupied with investigating than planning another attack." "Let's hope so." Her grave tone tugged at my nerves. Connor grabbed my hand and gently squeezed. I might have been banned from Arth but my friends h
In bed, I curled up in Reed's arms, browsing celebrity gossip on his phone. The evening found the Pack House quiet after the departure of Simon and his men. Connor, Jeremy and Rhys went to make sure they were truly good from our lands and scurried around for signs of another invader. Simon have no other information other than what he wanted from us: me. From his manner of speech, it seemed to be something of grand scale. If it was, Alpha Simon should know that I do not bear powers that made a witch a master of the elements. Before I retired, I sent Lucas on a spying mission. He had been keeping an eye on the imprisoned witches who continued to work in secret. I paused in my reading, feeling Reed's hands venture under my night gown and massage my breast. It reminded me of how long it has been since we last made love. With everything that has been going on, it seemed like the last thing on anyone's mind. Besides, the kids are right next door. I could hear them reading a book with Lia