𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂 𝑳𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏

𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫

𐬽𐬼ᒪOᘜᗩᑎ𐬽𐬼
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"𝗟𝗔𝗬 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡." I set Lolita onto the floor that is circled by candles. I want to leave already. The aura in the room is setting me off. In here looks like a mini library for witches.

Bookshelves of books and jars of different other shit I could care less about. And that smell of incense gave me a headache. I looked at the Wiccan, studying her different tattoos and tribal marks. She took a seat at the head of Lolita and Tana and I stood.

"What is the matter with her?" She asks.

"She's not healing. And she's sick. Tana suspects that there may be a piece of silver in her system." I explain.

"Silver? Was she shot?"

"She was chained down with silver shackles. The marks in her palms is what that's from. The other marks are from battle." I further explain.

"Interesting." She began to examine Lolita in silence. She checked her forehead and pulse. I focused on nothing else but her heartbeat. Something about it calmed me. Made me feel more at ease. To think that all it took to control my inner demon on a full moon is by listening to some stupid heartbeat.

"You're taking too long for my liking."

Her brown eyes reached mine and she glared. "You're the one with a dying mate."

"She's not my mate." I defend. Pam arched a brow and sat back on her knees.

"You know I've heard about you Logan. A lot actually." Her brown eyes shifted to Tana for a brief moment before setting them back on me. "How cold blooded you are."

Something's off. I looked around the room. My gaze drift to an opening leading to the hall that opens the front door and the hallway carrying down to more rooms.

This is why I don't like Wiccans. This fucking smell of incense and organic oil. Even for a nose like mine I can't surpass the awful smell of a witch's spoor.

"How brutal and untamed you could get. Who would've thought that the infamous Logan Reed, would want to save some random wolf."

"For every second that passes I'm changing my mind on wanting to not kill you."

She huffs. Pam got up and began walking around the room grabbing spices and different books. She retook her seat, mixing things and reading from her books. As she did that I decided to walk around the room.

How depressing.

"Don't touch anything."

"I won't, I only touch things of value."

She scoffs. "Those are generations worth of information. They are more valuable than you think."

"I don't care."

"You're an asshole."

"A dick actually."

I gazed at the exit of the cramped living room. "Where's the bathroom?"

"You're not venturing beyond where I am. If you want to piss go outside and do it. You are a dog after all."

"Is this a trend? Talking back to me like I won't slap the fuck out of you?"

"You won't be able to touch me Reed."

"I wouldn't want to touch you Wiccan. The feeling of generation old spices and musky paper spells on my skin would only make me want roll in my own shit."

When Lolita whimpered I shut up. I stared as Pam rubbed spices in her palm. She grabbed a pair medical scissors and I frowned.

"Those are for what?"

"May I cut her shirt?"

I gazed at Tana and then back at Lolita. "If you need to. I'll be in the hall listening. Don't say shit."

"My territory Logan."

I walked into the hallway and exhaled. I could hear the scissors cut the fabric. More low whimpers and I got worried. I took a seat and set my head against the wall.

Worry. How peculiar.

"What?" Pam mutters.

"What is it?" I call out. No answer. "Answer me Wiccan what is it?"

"Where did you find her?"

"What do you mean?"

"When you first found her where was she?" She elaborates.

"In the woods, running around, why?"

"Something's wrong. I'm trying to heal her with a healing spell but...something's wrong."

"Like what?!"

"Hold on."

I heard a loud scream from Lolita. "What the hell are you doing to her!?"

Silence. Pure silence. I walked out, ready to rip Pam apart, but I stopped abruptly. Tana and Pam were just staring at Lolita. I didn't want to look at her shirtless so I stared at Pam.

"What happened?"

Pam got up from her seat and shoved something into my hand. "You take this demon dog out of my house, now." I could smell the fear on her. She tripped over her feet, gathered other spices and muttering to herself.

"What's the matter?" I ask. Tana looked away and walked out of the room. Finally, I set my eyes on Lolita, her arms are covered with sigil marks and, is that Latin?

What the hell did this witch do to her? "Here, give her this every day along with those and she shall be fine in a week. Spells won't work on her."

"And why not?"

"Because she already has a spell on her. Those markings on her arms. It's ancient Greek. The symbols and lines are from no ordinary witch. Whoever did this had centuries of experience. As crazy as it sounds." She explains.

"So what does it mean?"

"It means that she's carrying something that whoever did that," she points, "doesn't want anyone to know."

I clenched my jaw, looking at Lolita. Her whimpering has stopped and she looks at peace now.

"Can you fix it?"

She looked at me baffled. "Are you insane? I don't want to get mixed up in whatever that is."

"Can you explain it at least?"

She exhaled a breath and gazed at me. "The word amalgam is written onto her skin. It means hybrid."

Hybrid? I gazed at Lolita. Her? A Hybrid?

"What kind?"

"I don't know. Looks like that's what they're trying keeping from everyone. Even her. That spell didn't just go there, they've been there for a while. Could even be since birth. And if you want to know, then find the witch that did it. Now just take her and leave."

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