It disappointed Alfred at how slowly his people were gathering the supplies he needed for this. While thinking about the ritual ahead, he discovered more unknown factors, he couldn’t predict with any certainty. This meant he must do further study. What he questioned was how exactly did that first spell’s residuals affect both men and if they removed it, what would happen to the curse on Christopher? Would the curse dissipate, or would it transfer to Brian? Could it leech onto Christopher even harder?
This was all so complicated, because of two unknown spells used too closely together on multiple people with a mystical connection.
Brian gave Alfred a journal of stories about other Twins of Midnight and while it was an interesting read, none of the stories mentioned what spells like this would do to them. Effective
Valorie watched the wolves and witches milling around like a colony of ants on the lookout for food. She leaned against a tree and had a good chuckle. Her plans were going perfectly. These fools would waste their time running from pillar to post for nothing.She had everything important in the back on her shoulder. Valorie knew with this she could start up anywhere again. She could make any place in her kingdom. No, her queendom, she could be a goddess among men.Valorie smiled to herself just before she lost that smile when out of the corner of her eye, she caught the sight of a wolf making it’s way up the hill she stood atop. It would take them time to get up the hill, but it was far too close now for her liking. If she could see them, then they could see her, and that wasn’t something she could have.Annoyed, Valorie turned from the scene as she watched and pushed through the wooded area toward one
Helena could feel the excitement raise among the wolves with her. This always happened when they anticipated a hunt. This was no different. She didn’t need to worry about them getting carried away with this hunt. She knew her people were too well disciplined to do anything stupid. They wanted her captured, not dead or missing. They also needed desecration in this situation, this close to roads in a different pack’s territory. “Bethany, you’re on to something here. Keep looking, I know it. Right now, let’s see if we can get the guilty party here and now.” Bethany couldn’t help but admire Helena and being able to keep her mind on this job while her loved ones dealt with other things at home. She wasn’t sure if she could do that herself. If Alfred was in a crisis like this, she’d be moving heaven and earth to fix it. “Natha
“Okay, Chris, howl if this hurts. We’re testing to how this bond between both of you works. Last thing we need to do is move the curse back and forth between you.” He cast something over a candle and an iron pot that something was burning in. Once the incantation was over, both Brian and Chris were on the ground writhing in pain. “Oh, dear. That’s what I feared. Give me a moment and it will be over with.” Another series of words and Brian felt the pain recede, a moment late and Chris calmed as well. “I am sorry. There’s some kind of bond between you and your very life forces are connected. Now, I can see why they gave you this book as a warning. But it’s incomplete in what is truly going on. It’s like you are truly the Gemini brothers. Well, I would assume Gemini brothers is what we witches call it. But you also share a magical connection that allows you to draw energy and li
Asia marvelled at how little she knew of the pack as a who and as an individual. No one found the time to talk about their past or just relax and enjoy the company of pack mates. Everyone was too busy trying to keep their heads from being ripped off for another day. Now she sat with many of the pack, and they were discussing what they individually needed from the pack and as a pack what they would need. It was still a basic thing needed to live. They’d not faced what they’d need in the future yet. No one was that far along. Asia absorbed the information. From wanting running water to warm dens above ground again. Everyone agreed, the random tunnels of before were a miserable failure as a den. She’d found out that Clarence was trying to bring his wolf shifters closer to the ways of wild wolves lived. He beli
Bethany watched the wolves leave the cabin, eager to get on with the hunt. There were enough witches out there that they could defend against anything Veronica could dish out. As she looked at the bag, she now realized that she remembered it, but she didn’t realize there was over one. Now she opened it and inspected what was inside it. The bag was enormous and extremely heavy. The reason for that was the sheer number of things crammed into it. An amazing array of spell ingredients, stones, candles, and equipment was in the bag. Everything Veronica would need to cast one of several spells from the grimoire they’d found. She quickly replaced everything as best she could back into the bag along with the book, and she couldn’t help but wonder what was in the other bag Veronica took with her. Assuming she took o
Valorie drove down the Main Street of the town since the motel she chose was on the outskirts of the town on the other side. It was perfect since it was well away from the territories of the beasts. She still couldn’t understand how she’d been fathered by such a creature. How her mother sullied herself with him. Or how she, herself, could think she’d be happy with one. Clarence wallowed in his animal nature and revelled in his more violent side. Now, after years of being the one made to feel like she was less than. Her abusers would know the fear of being unable to fight back. The witches who tried to restrict her talent were first. It prepared none of them for what she’d unleashed on them. When it was finished wreaking havoc on the coven, it would go on to the wolves. Hunting them wherever they try to hide. They didn’t deserve to hide in the shadows anymore. Also, if the humans were busy discovering the animals hiding among them, they’d notice nothing she w
Brian couldn’t believe he’d willingly gone along with this. What would happen to the pack or Helena if Alfred failed to do this? If it left them in the same state Chris was in now. They’d have wasted their lives and the witch will have won. “I’m reconsidering this. Are you sure this is the only way? What if something goes wrong with the ritual? If one spell goes wrong and you can’t get us back to the way, we should be.” “That’s fear of the unknown talking and right now you don’t know how skilled I am. This is my life and I’ve been doing it for a long time. If I didn’t believe it could be done, I wouldn’t attempt it until I knew for a fact it could be. These are simple spells, really. What makes them complicated is the fact that your brother and you have such an unusual bond. That bond only complicated how and who the spells must be removed from. What we’re doing first is a transfer of an existing spell so that both sides of the coin are equally tarnish. Once
Bethany couldn’t believe the amount of things Veronica abandoned. The woman didn’t understand how precious some of these things were. It didn’t matter if they were items a bog witch would use. They still deserved respect, which they didn’t appear to get from Veronica. Her people did their best to box things up respectfully. They needed to hurry, though. The wolves lost Veronica and there was a Golem to thwart, too. She was glad for the wolves to help in hauling the things out. Abandoning true magical items like this was a tragedy waiting to happen. No, it would be taken care of. Either they would find new homes for the items, they’d store other things for safekeeping, and finally safely disposing of the rest. They would have their hands full for a while with this job. Like most witches, Veronica was a collector. Or hoarder, as some would call them. One never knew when something would come in useful and often one item possessed many uses. “Alright. T
Life settled down for them after that, and a routine formed. Their pack understood their unique relationship. It helped when Alfred could come up with some documentation he’d found while doing his own study on their unique bond. It and Bethany fascinated the man became a friend to Helena and Jillian. Nathan and Asia eventually settled on a date to be formally accepted by their pack and to acknowledge their mating. It was something their pack needed to. Life for them soon became full of creating and building. Several of the lone wolves filtered in and requested a place within Nathan’s pack. Davis helped greatly with that because he could identify these lone wolves and vet their stories. By winter, there were enough homes to keep the Blue Mountain Pack safe from the elements. Money appeared out of the rambling and incomplete financial status. Helena didn’t look too closely, but she suspected several packs contributed funds and investments so that they could start agai
Asia now understood how much she didn’t know about wolf shifters and their society. The mating ceremony wasn’t elaborate, but there were meanings behind everything. Luck and good fortune were part of the reason everything was being done. Prosperity and abundance. She was told so many stories and traditions that her head spun from all of them. It was so different from what she’d learned in her time underground with them. The other women were afraid to speak of these things while Clarence was alive. Afterward, there were other things to think about. Now they were looking forward to the Alpha Acceptance Ceremony and their Mating Recognition Ceremony. It was so busy that most nights everyone went to bed exhausted to start again the next day. They could get the new packhouse built and several outbuildings so that they could winter with a roof over all their heads. They planned a school for the new year for all the packs in the area to send their pups, too. So the
The pack came alive with the discovery of the celebration. These were things they lived for. Births, matings, and all the little cornerstones of member lives. They were a close knit family and community. This was something they could sink their proverbial teeth into. Presents weren’t necessary, but someone would always find something to bring.They planned a nighttime ceremony as tradition dictated and that gave most of the day to prepare the simple things for the ceremony.Dusk was falling and Helena cornered Jillian in her apartment to get ready. Davis took an hour and greeted those attending. Jillian fluttered about in a distracted and nervous state. Helena couldn’t figure out what would calm her down. But she started out with some logic.“First off. Here’s the dress. Let’s get you dressed. Honestly, you’d think Davis wasn’t yours already. At least, your instincts were smart enough to catch him. Everything is already recorded and technically, this is just to get your sister to leav
The work lunch was going well, but as the meeting came to an end, Chris noticed Jillian again adjusting the collar of her top. With a frown, he watched her for a little longer. “Is that a bite on your neck, Jillian?” Her response was to put her hand over the mark and blush. “It is! Well, I guess congratulations are in order for both of you. When are you planning to have your mating recognition ceremony?” “We’ll see. We’ve not set a date yet. There’s no hurry after all this stuff happening.” Jillian tried to take the pressure off of the subject, because she hoped they would drop it. “We’re going to have one as soon as it’s possible. No time to waste pretending things might change.” Davis interrupted Jillian’s uncomfortably nervous rambling to state the opposite of his mate’s words. “Davis! What are you talking about? We can’t do that. It’s too soon after all the deaths.” Jillian looked askance at Davis, unable to believe he’d said none of this to her
Nathan all but dragged himself back to the camp. He’d not fought all that much. It’d just been a long night. Too long if you asked him. But he represented the Blue Mountain Pack until the end. The witches would not all him to sit in and watch the trial. But he knew that witch and golem were now no longer a threat to the Blue Mountain. Now what would he do since the pack chose him to be their leader? Did he dare think of himself as the perfect candidate? He’d done a right fine job of being a roadblock to the current leadership there. Would he bring that blindness to this pack? Or could he be confident that he’d learned his lesson? If only he could see into the future and everything it held. Asia would see him as the stuff Alpha’s were made of. But he knew she’d read far too many romance novels involving werewolves, and they were far from correct in most things about wolf shifters. The camp was moving today, which meant he wouldn’t get much sleep, nor would the few peo
Jillian watched Davis make sure that her sister and mother, with her mother’s latest side piece, were settled in their cabin. Gods, the guy wasn’t much older than her sister. He’d be better suited to her sister. What did these men see in her mother? She had two adult daughters. She didn’t care if her mother found someone. Actually, Jillian would love her mother to find someone she had something in common with. This guy wouldn’t be able to keep up with her in a conversation and she wouldn’t be able to keep up with him in pretty much any physical activity. Jillian could see this becoming another crash and burn. She bet he’d not met his fated mate and when he did, he’d have a devil of a time removing her clinging mother from him. Or Jillian would have to deal with the high drama. At least, right now, Davis showed no interest in her sister’s advances. He’d spoken to her once already, and her sister acted like he must be mistaken. Now Jillian wasn’t sure if she m
“If we are going to return to some form of normal, we need to finish preparing the Alpha apartments for us. You know. Get all our ducks in a row.” Chris mentioned as they ate breakfast in their apartment. This was the first day of the rest of their lives together in his estimation, and he was becoming impatient at how must mess it left and the sheer number of strings that weren’t tied down. This wasn’t something he wanted to have happened again. “As long as those ducks don’t turn into raccoons or squirrels, I’ll be happy. I thought we setup for them to be renovated by now?” Helena pushed her plate away from her. How this would play out, she didn’t know, but she had to get it going or she’d get bogged down in her grief. “We did, but half of the work crew was called up to hunt. Which put the schedule back and I’ve not been given a revised schedule.” Brian added, and he clearly felt horrible about that. They didn’t need so many people to hunt down the golem or
Alfred walked from the room they used for their courts and formal audiences. It wasn’t used much these days, but it was never pleasant. The council agreed to punish Veronica with imprisonment and being stripped of her abilities. Not a simple thing to do. She’d never live a normal life if she finished her imprisonment. Veronica would have to stay hidden from the mortal world because of the knowledge she could spread. Basically, she’d just trade one prison for another and the identity she knew once would always be a faint memory. In the old day, they’d have just killed her, and Alfred believed that was a far more merciful thing to do. None of this gives her hope and then lets someone else deal with the fallout. Though he could wash his hands of her. She’d go with the elders of the council back to their homeland, which was secreted away. That’s where the sentence would occur. Their coven didn’t have the resources or place to keep her during her punishment. This was the end of th
Veronica didn’t know how long she’d been there. The light turned off and on several times. She could have been there for hours or days. She didn’t know. Finally, someone gave her food. Once she ate, it didn’t take long for a small group of people to come along and haul her out of the prison, she found herself in. She was prepared to celebrate her freedom until she found herself locked in a chair in another dark room. Veronica could hear the movement of people in robes on the edges of the large empty room. She wasn’t sure what to expect from these people. Veronica schooled herself not to give into the fear. She couldn’t quite achieve that, so she sat there attempting not to admit to anything incriminating or to give up on her very life. Finally, the lights came up enough within the room, that left little to the imagination of what they used this room for. It was a courtroom, and she was on trial. They dared to force their views and rules on her. That, alone burst her