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Hello Lovelies,
I hope you are all well and stuffing your faces with lots and lots of food, because believe me- I am!
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Lots of love,
Rose x
My eyes fluttered open, a sharp shot of pain causing me to clutch at my head, groaning. What the hell happened?
It was so painful to even keep my eyes open but I managed to pull myself up and look around me. Once again I was in the pack medical room and I wanted to roll my eyes but I didn't in fear of the pain that would surely follow if I did. Ever since I had come to this pack, the medical room had practically become my second bedroom.
"Eve, you're awake." I turned to the familiar voice coming from the door. Zac was holding the door open with one hand, while holding onto a glass of water with his other one.
I sighed in relief, "Zac-" I called out, trying to flip my legs over the edge of the bed, desperate to close the space between us.
Zac rushed over before my feet could touch the tiled floors and quickly stopped me. "You need to rest." He warned, helping me back into the bed.
Another shot of pain flooded my head and I raised a hand to my temple rubbing it, hoping to ease the ache.
"What the hell happened Zac?" I ask, my mind was just blank and i had no idea why I was in the medical room or why my head was hurting so goddamn much.
Zac watched me cautiously before handing the glass of water to me. "Have something to drink." he offered and I practically downed the cold water in one go, quenching my parched throat. I hand it back to him, still waiting for
his answer to my question. He placed the glass down and walked over to a chair and pulled it over to us so he could sit directly in front of me.
"What happened?" I ask once again when Zac didn't say anything. I was getting desperate now; it felt like I was forgetting something big.
Zac shrugged his shoulders, a helpless expression on his face.
"I don't know Eve." He states, sighing, "I don't know what the fuck happened to you." I watch him with anxious eyes, noticing the conflict in his. He wasn't sure whether to tell me or not.
"You-Your eyes turned black and well- it was almost like what happens when my wolf takes over." Zac was struggling to find the right words.
"It was almost as if your wolf had taken over." he says and I scrunch up my face in confusion.
"I don't have a wolf." I retort and Zac nods his head.
"Exactly, that's why I am not sure what the hell happened."
My head continued to ache, "Did I hurt anyone?" I ask and Zac shakes his head, "No, I managed to stop you before you could."
His words scared me. 'I managed to stop you before you could.'
It basically meant I could have hurt someone if Zac wasn't there and the scariest part is that I have no recollection of what on earth happened.
"What did Taliya say?" I ask wondering whether the pack doctor had another explanation for what happened.
He shook his head. "She has no clue about this either." He says sounding almost defeated.
"Has this ever happened before?" Zac asks and I shake my head furiously, ignoring the pangs of pain shooting around at the movement.
"No- I don't know what happened Zac. " I say with tears in my eyes, "I was just so angry and then I just blacked out and I can't remember anything."
We stay silent for a few moments, both trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
It was all starting to become too much for me. First the spells on my body and now this sudden loss of control to animalistic urges.
"I'm a human," I end up saying abruptly, making Zac look up at me. "I don't have a wolf inside me like you all do."
Zac nodded, agreeing with me. "I know Eve, I can't smell the presence of a wolf on you."
"So what was that?" I ask, fully aware Zac was just as confused as I was.
"I think the answers all rest in the suppression spell," Zac finally admits and I close my eyes. If all this wasn't enough already, I still have black magic on me that needs to be broken.
"Will Demarcus still be able to reverse the spell?" I ask, ignoring the pain and the dread coursing through my body.
Zac reaches over and interwines his fingers with mine.
"He isn't confident, but he is our only chance."
I couldn't help but feel grateful for this man. I was so scared and confused right now and I don't think I could face it all without him.
At the thought that I could have lost all of this when I pushed him away, I felt a chill come over my body. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Thank you Zac," I say, "for being here."
He places a kiss on the side of my head.
"Of course."
★★
Two days had gone by since the occurence in Zac's office and I was spending most of my time locked up in my room, afraid that if I stepped outside, I might end up losing control again and this time Zac wouldn't be there to stop me.
"Lets go for a walk," Carla says as she stands up from my bed, "I think you need the fresh air."
I look at her in shock, "No way!" I practically shout, "I can't risk it."
Carla rolls her eyes, "Eve it's been two days already and look it hasn't happened since. But staying in this room is just going to make you go crazy." Carla argued and I knew deep inside she was only trying to help. But there was no way she could understand the fear inside me. The helplessness of not being able to control your own body, the worry that I might hurt someone or worse kill someone and then not even remember it when I wake up.
"Carla-" I was about to tell her that none of her words were going to make me leave the room when my door opened and Zac walked in. He was looking very tired and wary, his eyes slightly bloodshot.
"Demarcus is ready." Is all he said and I knew what he was talking about.
Ever since I woke up in the medical room, Zac had ordered the witch to begin preparing to reverse the suppression spell and I guess today was the day.
"Are you ready?" Zac asks me and I don't answer. Truthfully I wasn't. I was scared that the spell couldn't be reversed and that I would be stuck with this black magic on my body but then the bigger part of me worried about what would happen if the spell was broken. Demarcus had said the spell was used to hide identities and magic, so what if once the spell was broken I wasn't prepared for whatever was released?
I felt Carla's hand reach for my shoulder and she gently squeezed to reassure me.
I stood up slowly and walked towards Zac, feeling instantly comforted by his presence. The last two days I had stayed away from everyone, including Zac and I knew it was affecting both of us. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into his side and I felt him exhale a deep breath.
His tired eyes turned to me. I knew that while I had been hiding away in my room, Zac had been working night and day with Demarcus to get everything ready and I could see it in his eyes, despite the fact he hid it better than I did, he was scared too.
"It will be fine." He reassured me, but I caught the glint of doubt in his eyes.
"I know." I reply, knowing well that he could see the fear in mine.
★★
"Luna, please lie down here." Demarcus explained leading me to the brown rug that was laid out on the forest bed. There was nothing remarkable about the rug, but surrounding it were several lit candles and hanging down from tree branches were little pieces of paper with ancient writing painted on them. My eyes fixed on the several different symbols drawn out on the ground using little red stones. There was a small table a little further away from the rug with small bottles filled with random coloured liquids.
I cast a final glance to Zac, who reluctantly let go of my hand, and made my way onto the brown rug. Following Demarcus's instruction I lay down, my hair spread around me like a black halo, my body stiff as a plank, my hands frozen in fear beside me. As soon as I was in position, Demarcus slipped on a black hooded robe and raised both his eyes and hands upwards.
I closed my eyes, forcing myself to ignore the sudden urge to jump up and run away.
My eyes opened suddenly when I heard Demarcus start to chant and I looked up to see him circling me throwing white powder around me. The silver in his eyes were glowing and there was a blank expression on his face as he continued to say words from an unknown language. It was the weirdest feeling as I listened carefully to his words. The more he speaks, the more familiar the language started to become. It was almost as if I had heard it before and the words stirred within me.
Suddenly the sky went dark and the wind started to pick up. I looked to the side hoping to see Zac but to my shock I realised that no one was there anymore.
I could feel the fear build in my body as Demarcus' chanting continued to grow louder. It was pitch black now, despite the fact it was light only a few seconds ago.
Suddenly the symbols on the floor began to glow brightly and they started to rise up into the air. I watched with wide eyes as the symbols began to surround me. They stopped, floating above me and everything went silent. The chanting had stopped and the howling wind had calmed, yet I refused to move a muscle. I had a feeling that things were far from over and I was proved correct when suddenly the chanting started again but this time there were more voices and they were all practically screaming, their shrilling voices still barely audible over the howling of the powerful winds that were making the forest trees shake from side to side.
The symbols floating above me started to spin anticlockwise, twirling around me like a tornado. I could feel the forest ground beneath me shake with the forces of the symbols spinning and before I knew it I was being lifted off from the rug, into the air, floating amongst the glowing symbols.
I screamed, the noise that left me sounding like nothing I had ever heard before. My hair thrashed against my face, yet my whole body was still frozen. Despite the cold wind around me, my body started to burn, beginning from my stomach where the birthmark was. Another painful scream left me and my body arched in the middle, my hands suddenly flinging out to the sides, my head flipping back. Once again I was left with no control over my body.
The chanting was still continuing, yet I could hardly hear them. Suddenly, almost as if someone had opened a locked box, my whole mind filled with millions of unfamiliar voices. They were all talking in the same ancient language that Demarcus was chanting in but I could understand them. They were chanting and screaming and shouting but I knew what they were saying.
Spells.
A hundred million different spells and I could hear them clear as day and surprisingly I could understand them, like they were speaking in English.
My body twisted painfully and my mouth opened and with no control I started to chant the words that were in my head.
The words slipped off my tongue with such ease it was almost as if the language I was speaking was my mother tongue.
Another scream forced its way out of my mouth, yet I continued to chant against the pain. I looked down at my body and I could see that there was what looked like a black rope that was tied around my body, from my shoulders all the way down to the soles of my feet.
The suppression spell.
I could see the physical being of the spell. It wasn't a rope, it was more like a cloud of black that tightening around my body. The more I chanted the tighter the rope got.
Despite the combined power between both mine and Dermarcus's spells, the suppression spell was hardly faltering. I knew I needed to break it myself, so I started to scream the words from my mind, louder than before, putting all the energy I had behind these words and I could feel the power within the black cloud weakening.
I had no idea what I was doing, but somewhere deep inside me, I knew the words escaping my mouths like they were second nature to me.
"DEFERELOTA!" I screamed my eyes wide, my fingers and toes curling as an explosion of light burst from within me, snapping the suppression spell into tiny pieces, which disappeared into thin air.
I remained airborne for a few seconds, before the symbols around me disappeared and the chanting stopped. I felt my heart drop, as my body fell limply through the air to the floor, crashing down painfully on the rug.
Everything became quiet again and as my eyelashes fluttered closed, I could see the dark clouds move away and the sky became bright again, the howling winds non existent.
★★
"How is that even possible?" I hear a voice shout, the anger and confusion both prominent.
"It was the suppression spell. It was cast in order to hide her true identity." Another familiar voice sounded, but it was the mention of the suppression spell that made me open my eyes.
Where the hell am I?
I could feel the soft material underneath me and I rolled my head slightly, looking around realising that I was on my own bed.
I groan as I pull myself up slowly, holding my upper body up with my elbows. As my blurry vision cleared I fixed my eyes on two figures standing next to the floor to ceiling windows.
They were so caught up in whatever conversation they were having that they didn't even notice I had woken up.
I watched them for a moment, observing the shock and anger on Zac's face, before looking at Demarcus who looked equally perplexed
"Zac?" I called, watching as his eyes widened when they turned to me. He didn't hesitate before rushing over to me, propping up the pillow behind me
so I could sit up comfortably.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, not even bothering to hide his worry.
"What happened?" I ask, "Has the spell been broken?" I flick my gaze over his shoulder to Demarcus who was watching me curiously.
I turned my attention back to Zac when he placed a gentle hand on my cheek, stroking it softy.
"Yes, the spells been broken," I sigh in relief. Thank God. But the relief is short lived when I notice the expression on his face.
"What is it?" I ask, not liking Zac's anxious eyes.
He hesitates, turning back to Demarcus and they both share a worried look.
"We found out what the suppression spell was hiding." Demarcus explains as he takes a step forward.
I look back to Zac. "What do you mean?"
He sighs.
"Eve- you're half werewolf, half witch."
Fuck.
There you go! Finally.
I wonder whats going to happen next?