Devran is a handsome, dominant, certainly arrogant, and aggressive Alpha who despises humans... Mira is a human. Both docile and beautiful. When this human finds herself in the lives of werewolves everything begins to change. Both tension and attra...
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I've been practicing my meditations and magic for two weeks straight. It's actually exhausting work but I never let up. With my path I made which made it easy for me to come here whenever I pleased I started coming on my own at least once a day and sometimes even overnight. Nobody really knew much about it. I don't know when things got so busy for people but no one's really been around these past few weeks. Mel was away visiting family for a few weeks since it's a long journey to walk. They belong to her mom's old pack so they were on different territories than our own which isn't uncommon.
When mates come from different packs the family's still stay in touch. She'll be back on Wednesday. Jasper has had weekend training every weekend which I knew was going to happen. He's been preparing me for this but I still miss him like crazy.
He has duties here during the week and we spend as much time with each other as possible but he hasn't been around my house at all. He's been glued to that pack house for whatever reason which was stressful for me because I hated running into Devran.
I hope the community doesn't feel like I have been shucking my responsibilities away now that I spend much more time in the forest at the sacred lands. Not that they know where I disappear to but I am usually always around the community volunteering my time and services. Gran swears I am doing them a better service by practicing my gifts. So for two weeks straight I have dedicated most of my time to this. This place and these gifts.
I had the fire from the candles, the water I brought from home in a jar, dirt from the earth, and the breeze all around me. Earth, water, wind, fire. I can't do too much with that. I have just been trying to spend quality time with the elements as crazy as that sounds.
I've performed my flower trick a few more times just to remind myself that this is real and that I do have gifts of a mystic because sometimes when I try hard to learn something else and nothing happens I almost convince myself it is because I can't. Because I don't actually have these witchy powers.
I have learned to control the flicker of a candle's flame which is entirely useless but was good for concentration training. I'm not sure if I can call forth the breeze because it's happened on some occasions but not others so then I wondered if it was just a natural breeze that came sometimes and I actually had nothing to do with conjuring it. What the hell does a Mystic do? I'm working blindly. I have no idea if Mystics even possess the power to do things like call upon the wind.
I do this as I go along and I am making it up along the way. I listen to my intuition on these things because I hope it is actually sacred knowledge that is slowly passing through me. That's what Gran said Mystics did. They taught sacred knowledge to indigenous tribes and to the Werewolf people, so obviously they obtained this knowledge somehow.
I was sitting cross legged beside the altar in the middle of the circular clearing with my eyes shut as I was trying to mentally call upon the breeze. I would even move my hands at times to push the air along, coaxing it to blow. I was in deep concentration and I was trying to let the request flow through me instead of trying to make it move for myself. Slowly and subtly I heard the rustling of leaves and I tried to focus on that and make it bigger. I lost connection with it a few times but I remained in my deep concentration and reconnected again.
