Page 12 of Wolf Spell

And as he sucked, an overwhelming calm washed through me. The palest blue eyes I’d ever seen looked right into me, ripping into my soul, my heart. I couldn’t move. Numb, my hand froze, as he, we stayed locked in this spell.His spell.

A wolf’s spell.

His heart, his being seemed to melt, merge with me.

I saw images…

Running through a vast, dark and wild forest. Felt his fear, the loneliness, the horror. Isolation. His scent, musky, earthy enveloped me like a warm embrace. I didn't want to move.

Now I could literally feel his heartbeat. It seemed our hearts synced together, I felt ease, safe, like nothing, no one could ever hurt me.

Then I was swept up in a torrent of desire, as his lips pressed to my wrist, feeling him sucking, heat pooled through me. Sweat broke on my forehead, and tingling between my legs. My eyes travelled over his body. He pulled me closer, his body moving slowly, writhing. He was feeling the same! A carnal desire so strong swept through us.

My face burned, I glanced back into his eyes. They widened, locked into mine.

Time ceased to exist at that moment. I was only aware of him, his breathing, my breathing. Passion. Connection. Bonded together. Like only he and I existed. It was exquisite and intense.

I hadn’t realised he’d let go.

His muscles softened on the earth beneath him, the golden shimmer of his fair hair, his short beard, how his hair fell over his strong jaw. Tattoos etched on his skin seemed to glow and twist, his chest rising and falling.

The rising sun cast a molten copper glow over him as I knelt dead still, still staring into his eyes. A flicker stirred in his eyes of the wolf, of the animal, the beast trapped inside the man. Of torment. Sadness. I felt a longing, loneliness tugging hard at my heart.

A whisper, a cheek brushed my neck as strong arms were pulling me up, gently, away from him. I didn’t want to leave. I opened my mouth; no words came and I held his gaze like my life depended on it. A longing so strong to be near him that I had never known before. I was turned away.I struggled, twisting back, unable to reason, to control my actions until my eyes rested on Marrock’s puzzled face. His face was softer now, at peace almost, but the blond man... a noise shifted.

I moved, like time itself had slowed down, to see a huge wolf, and watched as it padded towards the treeline. He stopped, pale blue eyes locked on mine, before bolting off through the forest.

My body sank, unable to breathe and stunned.

Marrock pulled me into him. Like the kinder alpha before the feral beast had seized control of him, his voice was quiet.

“It’s ok. He’s gone off to heal. You did good, Elsa. Hell if I know what just happened, maybe his power was too much for you, but you saved him.”

The words seemed distant, like sounds in a dream. Pulling me into him, he edged his head away from mine, “Eric, Matt, make sure this place is locked down tight. No one is to breathe a word of this, not even to each other.”

His eyes darted up, a crow cawed in the tree above us, then flew off. “Shifters come in many forms, we don’t know who’s listening. But we’re being hunted and Elsa here, well, she just saved Lycaon. Father of all lycans. The first of our species…”

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Battling against my foggy mind to shake myself out of this dream-like state, I realised Marrock was leading me back to his house. I should have been afraid, I should’ve run. Or used magic on him. But since Lycaon, I felt that an abyss in my soul that I hadn’t even known existed was filled. It felt warm and like nothing, not this brutal alpha, nor his pack could harm me. I wasn’t completely without fear. But a calm hugged my soul, like they didn’t matter to me now. They were not the threat.

And Marrock’s bite didn’t sting anymore. Instinctively I touched it, it had healed.

A noise from the forest made me and Marrock glance back. A whisper of musk, stirring in the tree line, I knew he was watching. Waiting. I could sense him, as he could me.

“Lycaon is watching over you. I have no idea what just happened, but it seems that you two are connected now. I would never go against his wishes, and,” he caught my eye, “I apologise for earlier.” His chest rose heavily as he inhaled. “For too long, immortal has fought immortal, and when I saw that poppet with your coven’s mark on it, I lost it. I was being truthful when I said I wanted a truce, that I believe we should be able to live, marry, date whoever we please. But it’s been constant attacks from witches, vampires, hell, other werewolves. I’ve been fighting all my life.” He huffed, his eyes held a weariness. “I’ve been at war for so long, I don’t actually know another way of living. Now though, we’ll have to face your coven master, I can already smell her. And find out if she knows who’s behind the attacks on my pack and your coven.”

He edged his mouth close to my ear. “She hates us, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she killed Lisa for dating a werewolf.”

EYE OF NEWT

I couldn’t believe that. Mattie was the gentlest soul I’d ever met and saw her as family. It was true that she did detest other supernaturals, but witches?Then again, if the Savernake pack weren’t lying, and thatwasa poppet from our coven. And I had sensed her magic. Still, there had to be another explanation.

There were ten in our coven in total, but I didn’t know the others well. They pretty much kept to themselves and still saw me as the ‘newbie,’ since I’d been there around a year. Plus I hadn’t attended the same school, so I was the odd one out. We certainly hadn’t been rich enough for that.

But whoever had left the poppet in these woods, she would have had to get inside their territory, commit the murder and leave undetected. And that, like the magic I’d just seen on Lycaon, was beyond my grasp.

Sat up, poker straight on the steps of Marrock’s home, the hood of her anorak pulled up, Mattie’s face was hidden as we entered the clearing. But I could sense her unease.Mattie was older than us, though until Marrock had said, I had no clue she was about a century old. She looked early sixties, had a soft, kind face, with small eyes and naturally white hair. She was a fan of colours with her bright baggy jumpers and old jeans and preferred sensible boots to shoes. She was like a grandmother to us all. The matriarch.

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