'It is a witch, I can sense her powers' Ansel tells me.
'Stay here, see what you can see, leave before the sun comes up, go to the meeting place. If I am not there by 9 AM then enterthe pack as planned. I am going to the roof of the main pack house to see what this witch wants.
None of them likes the idea of me going so far into enemy territory alone. I end up having to make it an order to Micheal and Peter, who I out rank, so they have to follow my orders. I know they are mad at me now since this is the first time I have ever given them an order like that.
'Ansel, if I am caught, my only chance will be you three on the outside to come and get me. I am already in position so please just go' I beg him, and thank the moon he listens.
The tree I am in hangs over the roof of their pack house, but I am not in a good position to see the action, I have to drop down to the roof. I hope no one hears... I crawl across the roof on my
When we get to the library it looks completely empty. Everything is covered in dust, it looks like no one has been here in month's, maybe years. "Does no one here read?" I ask Ansel, sounding much more harsh than I mean to, so I add "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I wasn't trying to be rude..." "I know you didn't Inamorata. This used to be very much like your library... They read to the kids everyday... I don't know when or why that stopped... But I don't like the implications... Where are all the children? I haven't seen one single child since we got here" Ansel answers his eyes shining with unshed tears for his pack. The library is 2 stories. The first is very much like a human library, divided into sections, childrens, young adult, non fiction, history, ect. They second houses spell books, the histories of the packs, and other books that we need permission to read these are on cage like shelves with locks on the front. Ansel f
I flip the rest of the book looking for anything that sticks out. The curse ment for my mother was onew of the last things written in the book. After that is page after page of scribbled drawings of a demonic figure. I am not sure what these drawings might mean, but they are very dark, and they give me the creeps. on the very last page is one sentence "The visions are getting worse, I fear that he plans to usae me to exact his own revenge." Huh... This is interesting... I wonder if she was really having visions of the future like this seems to imply, or if she was making it up, or if the loss of so much of her soul simply made her a little unhinged...? I think the answers to these uestions may hold the key not only to her motives in this war, but also her plans for Chad, and this pack. I replace this book in my bag. Then I pick another random book from a shelf and start looking anything on curses, witches, breaking curses, how to reverse a spell, or blo
His words cut straight to my heart. I am holding onto his elbows, I slide my hands up his arms to his face, and pull him around so I can look him in the eyes. I can see that he is fighting with his wolf, his wolf wants to mark and mate, now. His wolf has probably wanted to mark me since the moment he caught my scent. And now that I have marked him he is going on instinct, and instinct is a powerful thing. "Ansel, I know that I want you... But I don't know how to do this... I don't know the right way to do any of this..." My voice trail's off. I am completely vulnerable to him in this moment, and he knows it. Ansel leans down and rub's his nose against mine as he whispers "My sweet Amore..." He leans in so his lips brush against mine ever so slightly "Tell me what you want." His tongue brushes my bottom lip, I try to kiss him, but he pulls back. I moan in protest. Ansel just chuckles. "I need your words my
I wake up the next morning feeling sated and content. I roll over to lay across Ansel's chest. He wraps his arms around me, and hums with satisfaction. I check the clock, it is almost noon. We should really get up and get back to the library. We have a lot of research to do... I stretch, and sigh, before I stand up. Apparently sex was the cure for my shyness, because I no longer care if Ansel sees my body. I find some clothes, and I start to get dressed when someone knocks on the door. I freeze, my heart hammering, the door slowly opens to show Micheal on the other side. I sigh in relief, it was the bathroom door not the bedroom door... "Good morning Love birds." Micheal says with a smile. "We are just getting ready, shall we get some food and head back to the library?" "Oh god... You heard us?" I ask, embarrased. Micheal chuckles "No," He starts, then adds "but its not hard to guess what y
Once we have everything we for the spell all together in Ansel's room, I set to work. Ansel stand's guard outside the room, because the spell is very specific, as the two spell casters only me and Micheal can be in the room with Peter. I mix the herbs and oil in the cast iron, then I pour the whole lot over Peters head. Micheal and I chant the spell 3 times. "Offriamo questacarne di uomo, rendiamolo donna come desidera il suo cuore." The moment our chanting stopps Peter collapse's to the floor in a heap. His whole body starts to shake and vibrate. Micheal grabs the blanket and we cover Peter, wrapping his arms and legs tightly in the blanket as the book instructed. White noise fills the air, starting out low, but growing more and more intense until I fear that my ears will soon start bleeding. As the noise grows Peter's body is lifted into the air, hovering in the air between me and Micheal.
I wake up in my new body. I am laying on the floor, Micheal and Annie are kneeling over me, looks of consern on their face's. They help me up, but I can tell that my new looks are unnerving for them. They aren't sure if I am still me. They ask me a few questions, ones that only we would know the answers to. Of course since Iamme I answer these questions with ease. Ansel joins us in his room, as we are talking, deciding what my name will be...Paula, when suddenly the smell hits me. I freeze, turn towards the smell... It can only be one thing... I rush out the door, following the smell through their pack house until I find myself the basement laundry room. I hear Annie asking me if I am okay, but I can't bring myself to answer. I must find where he is. I follow the smell behind one of the dryers. Annie helps me open the loose panel we find there. inside... there is what looks like a pile of old blanke
I take my amore's hand, lead him over to my bed. Micheal has separated the beds for me, so he has his own now. "Lets sit down on the bed. Is that alright?" I ask him. he nods, and we take a seat on my bed. Micheal sits on the other bed, facing us. I sigh loudly and say "Okay, I can't... please tell me what your real name is..." I plead. His eyes dart around the room, refusing to make eye contact with me. He looks as if he is trying to speak, but no soumd comes out. Finally he say "I am under orders to say that my name is Matthew... but its not, and I don't want you to call me that... but I can't disobey an order from my alpha." He says. Micheal speaks up, using a soothing tone, one I have only heard him use with Annie or myself whenever we have been sad or hurt. "Who is your Alpha? Ansel's father?" "No... the....new..." He choaks out the words, unable to finish what he was saying. "Oh... The guy who is try
Paula found her Amore. I am so happy for her, because I know that she has been activly searching for her soulmate for years... But this... This is not what any of us expected.Tom, as we have decided to call him until such time as we can find out his real name... Tom has been living here as a part of Ansel's pack for TEN years any no one knew.To give someone the title of Omega in today's world is simply unthinkable. Whoever is responsible would surely be put to death if the council of elders was to find out about it. In fact... Now that I think of it...I take out one of the burner phone's we bought, I text my personal code word to Ri'elle, so he will know that it is me texting.ME<I need you to get the council here ASAP>Ri'elle <Okay... can you tell me why? or what should I tell them?>ME <Make something up. Urgent. Think Mr. Scratch from criminal minds."We watched that show together, so I am hopin