The Alpha and The Witch.

Chapter Eleven (Amethyst)

For a week straight Amethyst and Ryder had been meeting to work on tracking who was behind this, Amethyst's Magic wasn't as strong as Luna's or Iris' and so she struggled deeply with the tracking spell, luckily Ryder had finally picked up on a scent at the most recent killing of local middle school teacher.

Amethyst had been avoiding Luke like the plague, not sure what to say to him, but finally in the dinning hall he snuck up on her.

"You've got to forgive me," he said sneaking from behind her as she played with her mash potatoes. She looked at him startled from his stealthy arrival.

"I'm not mad at you," she said quickly.

"Then why avoid me like I've been diagnosed with Ebola?" He said in his charming British accent making a deadly virus sound some how adorable.

"Luke, you're very sweet-" he snorted at her words. "-but I'm not looking for a relationship. This is a very temporary move," she finished with a frown.

Luke chewed on his lip for a moment, finally taking a deep breath, "I S'pose it's better I end this now then."

Amethyst's eyes widened, a grin speed across her face. "Oh, you have to end this?"

"Well yes, I can't lead you on any longer love," he said cheekily, taking the seat across from her.

Amethyst rolled her violet eyes at him, "Well thanks for being so considerate."

The two talked back and forth for the rest of lunch, Luke had even walked to her to class as friends of course.

For the last week like clockwork Ryder had waited for her a mile away from the school. Everyday she would walk her way to him, climb into the Impala and they would make their way to South Downs to sit on Lovers rock.

So far they had a scent that they couldn't seem to track anywhere beside the crime scene, a tracking spell that was weak, only gave them a sixty mile radius and light tans from spending so much time laying out on a boulder.

"So, basically all we have is the smell of rotten eggs and a spell as useful as a local hook up website.... Less useful actually," she said thoughtfully.

Ryder had his hands behind his head, laying back enjoying the warmth. "You're suppose to be all powerful one."

"Please, I can barely levitate a crumb," she snorted. "I'm the most dysfunctional witch I know."

Ryder sat up to look at her, "You need to relax. That's your problem, you're too focused on getting it right instead of making it happen."

Amethyst rolled her eyes, "What do you know about magic?"

"Nothing," he answered honestly. "But I know about focusing your energy to make something happen." Ryder crossed his legs and patted the stone in front of him, gesturing for her to scoot closer.

"I couldn't just phase back and forth with ease, let's not be ridiculous here. It took practice, sometimes I got stuck in my wolf form and sometimes I couldn't get into my wolf form-" Ryder chuckled to himself, "One time, I had gotten stuck somewhere in the middle... I looked like Michael J. Foxx from teen wolf, I spent four days like that!"

Amethyst couldn't help but crack a smile at him, his accent was charming even if some part of her naturally disliked him without reason. She scooted herself in front of him, their knee caps were touching, faces three feet apart.

"So now what?"

Ryder grabbed both of her hands in his, "Close your eyes and breath." He pulled out his phone, a few clicks later and Norah Jones was playing lightly.