It feels less despairing than before we left. We have the witch, we have crazy revelations about my mother, and we have hope of not only fixing this mess of this spell but ending the war. Something we never knew how to achieve before. Which if we do, leaves only one little problem left in our list of all things we have lost sleep over in recent months. Juan Santo and our mountain.
With the threat of vampires out of the way, maybe our focus on saving our people might become priority when we get Colton back. And then Jasper… my brother out there in the world posing a new kind of threat if he sticks to his word and comes after my people for what was done to our family. I can’t even contemplate that right now and what will happen if he holds true to his word.
Jasper against me… or even against Colton. I know he would lose. He’s strong, his gift is speed which is why he probably escaped Juan so long ago. His hyper speed compared to other wolves is twice as fast, but he’s no alpha and he would never be a match for my mate. Colton is stronger, has more aggression in his pinky, and is battle worn and calculative in a fight. I don’t know of Jasper’s training these past ten years with the vampires, and I was shocked at his level of hostile, but I could still sense he wouldn’t be able to take me alone, let alone with my mate.
I don’t want to fight him, especially not when at the root of his goal is the pain of our loss. He loved our pack, our family, our parents. He lost everyone, even thought I was gone, his home, and has had to carve out life within the lap of those he was once afraid of as the enemy. Creatures he rose against in battle and had been ingrained to fear since childhood. Living with vampires for a decade can’t have been all that great.
And then there’s that which completely confuses me…. vampires accepted a wolf and let him live. Not as a slave or a mistreated being, but as one of them. Initiated into their coven from what Darrius blurted out, which raises a whole lot of questions about the morality and laws of what we once believed were only monsters. It seems this breed we never knew existed, is far superior in so many ways to those things out in the woods. Miles apart physically but also in morality too. It shakes everything I thought I knew about them.
I need to talk to Leyanne about the difference between the born and the turned, and if there is one, how the hell we create peace once more so that no more blood has to fall on either side. I don’t fancy our chances should the born vampires come into play and be the ones to stand in battle against us instead.
I can’t even begin to contemplate my own heritage and that’s a whole head mess I’m leaving aside for now. If I’m royalty… I’ve been killing my own kind for the past months and hating them, while maybe I might have had a chance at stopping this. My head aches with all of it and I don’t even know how to start pulling it apart, turning it over or figuring it out. That’s always been Colton’s forte. To see things and figure out the chess moves, lay it out in a logical way.
Home
I make my way upstairs and head for Sierra’s wing, hearing the voices ahead of me before I get there and let myself into the open breakfast room where they are. Sierra, Leyanne, and Meadow are sat around the table while Sierra talks in an animated fashion, obviously excited and relieved over our return. She’s clasping Leyanne’s hands and gushing her way like some weird fan girl. The adoration and respect oozing from every pore at seeing this witch.
“I can’t believe you came, that you’re here. We can’t thank you enough. You have no idea how much this means to have a witch like you, grace us with your presence and help.” Sierra is laying it on thick but not in a dishonest way and I really have no clue why she seems to idolize her so much. The witch has a lukewarm personality that is grating most of the time.
Leyanne looks moderately amused and slides her hands out of her overbearing grip confidently, making it clear she isn’t one for touchy feely the way Sierra is. It’s not done to humiliate, and my mother-in-law barely registers the loss of touch as that velvety accent flows out and distracts her.
“You know I like a challenge and this spell…certainly is that.” Leyanne points out, her normal amused smugness leaching through and I impulsively interrupt.
“Meaning?” some sort of deflation of hope sizzles in my stomach, reading between her words and looking for fault as three sets of eyes glance to me at my intrusion. I can feel Meadow’s visual telling off as she knows there’s no way I’ve eaten yet, while Sierra leaps up and runs to me without hesitation.
“Oh god, my girl. You’re home!” She hugs me tight, wrapping me in a bear like grip that almost breaks bones and I sink into her embrace giving her the moment she needs to be sure I truly am okay. I strain to breathe properly but I know it’s only the force of her love leeching out to smother me. I have to tell her about the babies, but not yet. It’s better if it’s when it’s just us and she can absorb the moment. I feel she would try to downplay her joy when serious and pressing matters are on the table before us.
“Sierra was right about one thing… no single witch could pull off a spell this big alone, and after feeling it for myself, I’m certain of it. It’s a collective use of magic and most definitely coven based. Trickier to decipher and demolish but not impossible. I need some time to do a little research.” Leyanne shrugs as though we’re talking about getting a stain out of laundry and not pulling apart crazy dark magic that has possessed dozens of wolves all over the state.
“So, you can break it?” Meadow interjects as Sierra and I make our way to the table, arm in arm, connected, and slide into seats in front of them. Sierra never letting go of my hand, clasped tightly in hers and it brings me some comfort to know how much she has missed me.
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