“I need you to picture a way to either change your scent, or picture a way to keep it in.” My father explained.
“Like a scented candle or something?” I just stared at my dad, and he smirked.
“Something like that. We just need something your mind can picture, and hold on to in the back of your mind. Something that will come easily so you don’t have to focus on it.”
“Okay…” I trailed off and closed my eyes. “What works better?”
“Why don’t you try one and we will check, and then the other? Whichever works the best is the one we will focus on.” I started with the scented candle since it was the easiest to picture. I walked back to my clearing and sat down by the pot. Nix dropped a candle at my feet and I placed it on the stump.
“How do I light it?” I turned to Nix, and she chuffed before she leaned down and huffed out a soft breath, lighting the candle. The soft scent of vanilla and cinnamon wafted out. “How’s that?”
I waited for Ronnie to get up and I heard him take big breaths in, taking in my scent. “You originally smelled of citrus and berries. Now you smell confusing. Like you added vanilla and cinnamon. It’s weird.”
“Okay. Now let’s try removing your scent altogether.” My father tossed out and I had to think. What removes a smell from the air, other than air fresheners or candles?
“I know this will sound stupid…” Ronnie started, but I just scoffed.
“I’m picturing a scented candle in my mind to protect me from my shitty mate. Something that shouldn’t work, and it’s just ridiculous. I don’t think we can get any worse.”
He pointed at me and smiled. “True. I was just thinking, a vacuum. It sucks everything in.” I debated the idea.
“It doesn’t have to be a perfect idea. Just something you can focus on while your power does the thing you need.” My dad stood and walked over to me. “It’s more about an outlet for your power to flow through. Your power will flow the way you intend it, but you need something to start it.”
I closed my eyes again and pictured a vacuum in my clearing. I angled the hose up and plugged the vacuum into an outlet that appeared on the pot, and clicked it on. The noise was deafening in my mind, like it would be in real life, and Nix and Megan huddled down, covering their ears.
“Okay.” I focused on the noise of the vacuum and ignored everything else.
After a few moments, Ronnie’s voice sounded next to me. “I smell nothing.” My eyes popped open and found him right in front of my face. “Your scent is completely gone.” My eyes snapped to my dad, who stood and came over. He leaned down and scented me right at my cheek, and then he nodded.
“No scent. Good.” He pulled back and I focused on him and he smiled. “There you are.”
“What?” I was confused.
“You lost focus and your scent came back. But now we know we can shift your scent and completely cloak it. Now we can focus on keeping it up while doing other things.”
“Why are you so happy?” I asked when he wouldn’t stop smiling.
“You pick things up quickly. I took weeks to learn how to cloak myself. And you did it within minutes.” He clapped me on my shoulder. “I want to focus on changing your scent at first, though.”
“Why?”
“Well, wolves all have a scent and if you go around without having one, it would be suspicious. But cloaking is good for a lot of things.”
“Spying being the first and best use of it.” Ronnie tossed out.
“Spying? It’s 2018. Why would I need to spy?”
“I don’t know.” He grinned. “But I have a feeling you need all the tricks you can come up with.”
“So,” my father redirected. “Bring back the candle to change your scent.” I relit the candle and gave a small thumbs up. My father leaned in to smell my cheek and pulled back. “It’s almost like you have three scents. Citrus and berries, vanilla and cinnamon, and peaches. Your mother smelled a little of peaches.” His smile was a little sad. He shook himself and moved back to the desk. “Okay, so while the candle is going, I want you to focus on something else. Ronnie will stay next to you and note any time your scent changes.”
“What do you want me to focus on?”
My father tossed me a book that looked aged and I caught it. “Pick something you want to learn.”
“What is this?”
“That is my book of shadows.” My dad leaned in. “Something that is usually passed down from witch to witch, but our family’s book was lost when my grandmother’s house was burned down during the attack. I started my own and filled it with everything she taught me.” His face was sad. “I wish I could give you hers…”
I got up and ran out of the room with my father calling after me. “Amy!”
I ran to my room and punched into my safe and grabbed the book that was hidden there and ran back. I was out of breath from excitement, but I knew he needed to see this.
“Why do you have a rock?” Ronnie’s confused voice watched as I slammed the book on my father’s desk, but I ignored him.
“How did you get this?” My father’s voice shook with an emotion I couldn’t put my finger on, but he looked up at me with tears in his eyes.
“I was told to go to the cabin. I was told where to find it.” I whispered back.
My father took a deep breath and wrapped his hands around the book. There was a snap in the air, and a tear fell from my father’s eye.
“Don’t cry, my boy. Everything is how it needs to be.” We both jolted and whirled to face the new person in the room.
“Grandma.” My dad stood and went to grab for her but she held up her hand.
“I’m not here, boy-o. Not really here. She pulled me to you with that.” She pointed to the book.
“Your book of shadows. I thought it was lost.” He turned back to the book and hovered his hands over it.
“It wasn’t lost, it was hidden.” She looked over at me and smiled. “It was found by who it was meant to be found by.” She walked over and hovered her hands around my father’s face, almost cupping it. “I’ve missed you. But I can’t stay. Watch out for the darkness.”
“I love you.” His whisper was soft.
“And I you.” She leaned down to kiss his forehead, and then she was gone.
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