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Finally getting out of the cold shower, I dried off in the bathroom, cursing under my breath I realized I didn’t bother to bring any clothes to change into after my shower. So I wrapped myself in the towel I was using and marched to my bedroom, still very uncomfortably hard under the towel.
Riding in the car wasn’t so much a pain as the silence was. Amber hadn’t spoken a word since we got in the car, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through her head. Her aura was still dripping blue, and the longer we were in the car, the thicker it got.“Amber I know you're worried, but you seem scared
After getting out of the car to get to the clearing a few miles off, we were passing several warning signs that were meant to ward off intruders. The weird thing was that they were becoming less and less recognizable, the symbols that were clear on the road were completely different from the ones we were seeing now. The white paint was replaced with a crimson red color, and the symbol much less familiar ones. They looked like something out of ‘The Book of The Dead’ but not quite egyption in manner.
As predicted, the night was not at all easy. flashes of the past haunting me through the night, along with the unavoidable conversation I was going to have to have with Amber when she sobered up. I had no desire to answer the questions I knew she was going to ask, but deep down I knew never telling anyone was secretly killing me.My past
I froze, for some reason my hand just wouldn't lift up to knock on the door. Just as I was about to put every ounce of energy into knocking at least once, luckily, someone saved me the embarrassment and just as I was about to have enough courage to knock the door knob suddenly quickly turned and as the door opened there was an immediate smell of an alpha male, I knew the smell all too personally, but to a normal witch, werewolves have a very distinct forest smell, very earthy and musky at the same time. Although when it comes to an alpha male the smell has a smell so rich it almost tingles in your nose, to most the smell is a warning not to undermine the alpha or disobey any direct orders.Though really the smell had more to do with a warning than anything, but to witches, it's intoxicating, drugging, almost as if you were high on some kind of drug and a million times more intense than any of our kind. But thanks to our pure blood, it affects us in a much more pure way. For p
Sitting in the passenger seat of Amber's shiny, new, cherry-red Fiat I stared to feel uneasy about the situation. One of the stories from the Old Country that my mother used to tell me about my great aunt, one of the most powerful witches, she used to tell me. My aunt had gone through a lot in her lifetime, none of us knew if she and her sister were still alive, or at least my mother would never tell me out of respect for them. My aunt and her sister were twins just like Amber and Phenelope are, they were born with the same gifts that my cousins were born with, though it was different because one of the twins was born blind, and the other born with the gift of foresight. My mother never told me the extent of their powers and how they grew in fear that my cousins would suffer the same fate as my aunts did.I looked over to see if Amber's aura was still seething with anxiety, and it seemed worse now than it was before we got into the car, I considered asking her if she wanted m