Merida
I want to kill her.
I really want to kill her.
For the last hour, I've been tearing at these stupid wooden bars that only grow stronger each time they break.
As for the witch, she spent the time lurking over the scorching fire, who's flames grew a dark purple with every chant she muttered.
'This is hopeless.' I thought to myself. I was never breaking out of here. Not without magic anyway.
But if I didn't, I'd have to stand by helplessly and watch as the witch killed Mia. And there was no way in hell I was going to let that happen.
If only I could figure out how to summon magic....
I try to recall memories of my childhood in search of answers. But it's obvious why the method isn't working.
I was too young to remember things about my mother clearly, never the less, any lessons on magic that she gave me.
As for my Father, who had to deal with a pack on top of the grief he felt after losing his wife and eldest son, magic was the last thing on his mind.
Thus meaning, unless by some miracle I can instantly figure out how to be a witch, I'm screwed.
A distant yet familiar song flooded into me, instantly. Like the sound of people chanting. Or rather...
A call.
The call of a thousand wolves brings Melody to the surface. His ears perked up to listen. And then we heard it again. A war-cry.
For a moment, hope weighed heavy on my heart and then just as quickly, dread overpowered it as the realization sunk in.
No...
They were coming. And that meant Mia was coming. Shit....
"It seems Peter finally stopped being a coward." The witch snickered, her eyes lingered towards one of the pathways as she heard their cry.
My eyes shot towards her as a growl tore through me at her insult. I could feel the pack's fire course through me, heating both my blood and every nerve in my body.
"It's only a matter of time." She said. "I shall fulfill my promise to your mother." She stood, quickly gathering a grimoire from the table. With a sweep of her hand, she returned the flames to their original color. "I will free you." She whispered.
The witch paused for a moment as she began to exit the opening. "When this is over, you'll thank me."
"When I get out of here, you're dead. On my life, I swear I'm going to kill you." I growled.
Anger passed through her eyes as she smirked. "Your mother would've been able to do it the moment she woke up. When I kill Mia, I pray you finally realize how powerful you are."
Kicking at the cage bars, I screamed as the witch left. My mate was going to die and I was stuck in a fucking cage.
Melody shifted within me as I balled into myself. Light tears welled in frustration as I willed myself not to cry to no avail.
It was useless.
"Merida." Someone whispered as Melody tried to rise within me. I pushed him down quickly. Now wasn't the time to accidently shift.
If I did.... I didn't even want to imagine the horrors that would happen to a confided wolf in mid-shift.
"Merida." The voice called again as it began to grow louder.
YOU ARE READING
Cursed Melody
Werewolf(BWWW) Merida Lykos aka Melody always dreamed for a mate that was similar to the charming prince she read in books as a child. As the only child of Alpha Peter, she knows that it's her birthright to lead the pack one day and that it'll be essential...
