Evelina
I felt him dying. The pain in my chest was greater than anything I had ever known. My body trembled, unable to sit, unable to think. I tried to rise from the bed, but my legs gave out, and I collapsed again.
Lyra and Sia rushed to my side, each grabbing one of my hands. The moment their skin touched mine, it happened. A surge of raw, electric power exploded out of me, pulling us together. I felt it—my body draining their magic, feeding on it, no matter how desperately they tried to pull away.
A magnetic field of energy wrapped around us, binding them to me. Their power poured into my veins, scorching, unstoppable.
“Evelina, please—release us!” Sia begged, her voice strained.
“I—I don’t know how!” My tears blurred my vision. I was killing them—my bonded witches, my sisters in all but blood—and I was powerless to stop it.
“LOREHA DEMORA, LOREHA DEMORA!” Clara’s voice rang out as she stormed through the door. “Repeat after me—now!”
We all chanted together, our voices desperate.
“LOREHA DEMORA! LOREHA DEMORA!”
The magnetic field shattered, throwing us to the floor. The sudden freedom was worse than the bond—Lyra and Sia convulsed, their bodies trembling violently. Burn marks crawled up their arms, especially where their hands had touched mine.
“No—no, no, no! Somebody help me!” My scream ripped through the room, raw and panicked. I dared not touch them again, terrified I’d hurt them further.
Daniel and Eric burst in, a woman in a medical uniform behind them.
“What happened? Luna, are you hurt?” Daniel rushed to Lyra’s side, lifting her onto the bed.
“I thought this place was sealed from magic!” Clara’s words echoed my thoughts. How was my magic working here? My eyes flicked to Eric, who was already glaring at me with disapproval.
“This is Maria, our pack doctor,” Daniel explained, motioning to the blonde woman. She knelt quickly, inspecting Lyra and Sia.
“They’re stable. Their hearts are steady, but they’ve suffered shock. It’s as if they were… cooked alive.” Maria’s eyes hardened as she glanced at me, then at Daniel and Eric, silent meaning in her gaze.
“They’ll live, Luna,” Daniel assured me gently. “The one in real danger is Aaron.”
The world tilted. My breath caught in my throat. Aaron.
“What happened? Take me to him!” My voice cracked, my heart racing so fast it hurt.
“No.” Eric’s voice was sharp, cold. “You almost killed your friends. You can’t be trusted—your powers are unstable.”
“I never meant—this has never happened before—I—”
“Enough,” Clara cut in, stepping in front of me. “This is not her fault. Don’t listen to this prick.”
Eric growled, surging toward her, but Daniel stopped him with a firm hand.
“That’s enough. Luna, come. He needs you.”
I followed Daniel, guilt heavy in my chest like a stone. My mind raced with images of Lyra and Sia’s burned skin, their cries, the unwanted hunger that had stolen their magic.
“They’ll be fine,” Daniel murmured as we walked. “Maria knows her work.”
I nodded, though my heart still felt fractured.
He opened the door to a vast chamber. Aaron lay on the bed, drenched in sweat, his body twisting in agony. His wounds were healing—but far too slowly for a werewolf.
“Why isn’t he healing?” My voice trembled.
Gideon, his father, stepped into the room. “Because these wounds were inflicted by an Alpha. Such injuries take longer to mend.”
Tears stung my eyes. Aaron had lost so much blood. Gideon continued, “We’ve given him a transfusion. He’ll recover… in time.”
I reached for his hand. The moment my skin brushed his, the energy flared again—an electric current that struck like lightning. This time, it wasn’t me consuming—it was my strength flowing into him, draining me dry.
I cried out in pain, unable to break free.
“Don’t touch her!” Clara shouted, but too late. Daniel had grabbed my arm, and the current seized him too, pulling his energy into me and mine into him. His growl of agony filled the air.
Frantically, I remembered the words.
“LOREHA DEMORA, LOREHA DEMORA, LOREHA DEMORA!”
The barrier shattered, throwing us apart. I fell hard against the floor, gasping.
Alpha Gideon’s voice boomed, shaken. “How is this possible? This place was sealed against magic.”
Eric’s snarl was venomous. “She’s doing this. How many of our kind must suffer before we accept what her people truly are? Monsters. They call us beasts, yet look at her!”
Shame burned through me. I dropped my gaze, too afraid to meet anyone’s eyes.
“Enough, Eric,” Gideon ordered sharply. He turned to Clara. “Bring me the Oracle. Eric, go with her.”
Clara nodded, and despite Eric’s glare, he followed her out.
Daniel sat heavily, clutching his chest. “Those words you chanted—what do they mean?”
Before I could answer, Aaron stirred. His voice, though weak, carried the answer.
“It’s an ancient incantation. It means… ‘The power of true blood that binds me—release those it holds against my will.’”
I froze. He was awake—healed. Slowly, impossibly, Aaron pushed himself upright, whole again, as though he had never been torn apart.
His hand reached for mine, pulling me into his arms. My breath caught as tears streamed freely.
“I thought I’d never see you again, Evelina…” His smile broke through the storm in my heart.
Heat rose to my cheeks as I leaned against him, trembling but safe.
“We’re not alone, you know,” he whispered with a small grin, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
In his arms, for the first time since the chaos began, I finally felt warmth. I finally felt home.
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WerewolfEvelina is a young witch who has just been learning her witch powers and believes that werewolves never existed before and they were killed by her kind. What happens when she finds out that they actually do exist and the moon has twisted her fate to...
