Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
“Wait…are we not going to talk about what just happened.” Darien asked.
“No. We are not.” Alora said, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. “I have had a lot of weirdness happen to me today, and don’t feel I have the capacity to acknowledge more at this moment without risking a mental breakdown.”
“Okay, fair enough, we’ll leave it for another day.” Darien said in a pacifying tone. “My parents said to meet them on the ground floor near the concession stands.”
Alora gave a small nod, then started down the stairs. Darien and the rest of them stayed frozen in place. Then everyone was shooting Darien questioning looks. Darien shrugged. “I don’t know what’s going on, and I’m not going to press Alora for answers when she had very clearly told me not to.”
Lexus and Jamison looked at Darien till he turned to meet their gazes, then they held up their newly marked wrists in question.
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
Lexus and Jamison looked at each other, after a shared look they shrugged. Grabbing their bags, they headed down the stairs after Alora. Darien sighed, pulling Serenity with him, and started down the stairs himself with everyone following.
Alora was all the way down the stairs before she realized she had left Darien and Serenity behind. Alora felt a little guilty leaving them behind to deal with the others, but she really was becoming overwhelmed with all that had happened since that morning.
Alora decided she would wait for them to catch up and leaned against a concrete pillar to the side of the stairs.
What Alora didn’t expect was what was happening on the other side of the pillar. Hearing Matthew’s voice, she decided to stay on her side of the pillar and listened.
“Has Sarah ever given the three of you something that looks like this.” Matt asked Beatrice, Lauren, and Agatha. He had pulled out his phone to show them a picture of the sachet Sarah had given him. Before he had burned it.
Boris, being the Beta of the Pack, was able to use his authority to have the three females and their families stay after the fight for this meeting. It concerned Black Magic, and as Beta, one of his jobs was to make sure that kind of magic was quickly sussed out and removed. His son may be leading the charge on this one, but the authority was all Boris’s.
The three females looked annoyed at having to stay behind. They stood in almost identical poses, with their arms crossed.
Beatrice was the first to look at the picture, she frowned and her tightly crossed arms loosened. Noting their friend’s odd expression, the other two looked at the picture.
The item Matthew was showing them was something each of them had, given to them by Sarah. After it was given to them, none of them ever really consciously thought about it again. However, for whatever reason, they always kept it on them in one way or another.
“I have one.” Beatrice said, reaching into her bag, she pulled out a small wallet. In the small wallet was the sachet.
Although the pouch was fragrant, Boris was still able to catch the very faint but distinct smell of Black Magic from the sachet. He looked from the sachet in Beatrice’s hand, to the other two females. “Do either of you have one as well?” Boris asked, his tone serious.
Agatha and Lauren looked at each other with curious expressions. Lauran shrugged and then reached into a back pocket.
Pulling out a small coin purse, Lauren opened it and pulled out her own sachet. It smelled just the same as the one Beatrice had. Boris looked at Agatha, she reached into the small bag attached to a belt around her hips and pulled an identical sachet out.
Boris let out a small growl, all three of these girls were under the same type of spell his son had been in. “Ladies, I need you to hand those over to us.” It was a demand from the Pack Beta and obeyed immediately.
While Alora was listening to what was going on, the rest of her group finally made it down the stairs. Catching sight of them,
Alora signaled them all to remain quiet and hide with her. They all had curious looks on their faces, but Alora just signaled for them to be quiet and listen.
Matt held out his hand and the females placed their sachets in it. Matt looked up at his father, and Boris took out the metal plate he had fetched specifically for this purpose. Setting the plate on the ground, he had Matt place the sachets on it. After dousing the sachets with a little sake, Boris had Matt set them on fire with a match.
The dried herbs and the silk fabric of the sachets caught quickly. They burned away first, leaving behind the strong noxious smell of Black Magic. Boris then brought out a bundle of dried sage, Matt struck another match and lit the bundle. Boris drew several symbols in the air with the smoke coming from the burning sage bundle. After drawing the symbols, the scent of Black Magic abruptly dissipated, leaving behind clean sage scented air.
The soul tearing pain filled screams all three females let out as the spell was broken would forever haunt everyone within hearing that day. Especially those from Beatrice, the horror of her next words sending a chilling fear of Black Magic through them all.
“MY MATE!!!” Beatrice screamed. “SHE FORCED ME TO REJECT MY MATE!!!” Desolate screams of soul searing pain and more sobs came after that revelation.
Darien’s body jerked hard, like he had been shot. Alora took in his destroyed expression. Serenity had buried herself against
Darien, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Darien held Serenity so tight Alora could see his muscles strain in his arms. All the other males on her side of the pillar had the same stricken expression as Darien.
Matt dropped to his knees and gathered the sobbing Beatrice into his arms, holding her close, he rocked her and told her. “He never accepted your rejection. He said he never would. Beatrice, he never accepted your rejection. Xander still wants you as his mate.” He kept telling her this over and over until it finally reached her through her pain.
Beatrice looked up at Matt, her make-up was ruined, it ran down her wet face. “The things she tried to make me do.” She whimpered.
“Your bond with Xander was why Sarah couldn’t make you do the things she forced Lauren and Agatha to do.” Matt told her, rocking her back and forth.
Agatha was whimpering in the arms of her father, as her family stood around her trying to support her. “Oh, my poor granddaughter.” Agatha’s Nana sobbed.
The only thing that kept Agatha’s Nana standing was Agatha’s mother firmly holding on to her. Agatha’s mother had a look of devastation on her face, tears drenched her cheeks. Lauren was basically comatose, and her mother was holding her tightly to her. Lauren’s father held them both and rocked them back and forth in his arms.
“How did this happen?! How could we not know their pain?!” Beatrice’s mother loudly sobbed her question. Her mate and