Black Magic [editing in progress]

Chapter Sixteen.

*Pronunciation of Names: Nissa (knee-suh), Asha (ash-uh), Ravyn (Ray-ven).

THE BODY OF THE DEAD wolf was pulled off of me by two men in basketball shorts. Another man helped me onto my feet and backed away from me as the other wolves — who were still in wolf form — bowed to me in defeat. They must have been from the other pack since they bowed to me in respect. But they normally only do that with their higher ranks and-

"Woah, woah. I'm not anybody's alpha here. If you want an alpha let it be the beta or next in line. I can't be an alpha." the wolves looked to me in confusion, even the ones from Alpha Castor's pack. I didn't know what else to do since they were all basically looking to me for their orders. The only orders that I could really give them would be either join the Night Moon Pack or figure out a way to be a pack without becoming rouge.

That's all I could really give them. I don't know the first thing about being an alpha.

Before anything else could go down, a familiar black wolf ran up to me in a rush and nuzzled it's nose against my arm and then my cheek. Before I could say another thing, I felt a jolt in my fingers as I went to push the wolf away. It was freaky to me, making me back up and look at the wolf in shock. I was confused out of my mind as I started to think about all the possibilities that could have caused the shock.

But none of them made any sense but one.

This wolf, this enormous black wolf that stood next to me was my "mate" — as werewolves called them —, which meant that this wolf was Alpha Castor of the Night Moon Pack. The wolf looked exactly like the one my first night here that had tried to kill Nissa, Asha, and I. My heart beats erratically in my chest as I start backing away, making the black wolf whine and take a step towards me. Immediately, I summoned my power and held it up to Castor's wolf, scared out of my mind for a second.

But that could only mean that... That...  Castor, he... He was telling the truth. I started to realize what was suddenly going on and it hit me hard.

Alpha Castor Vanders was my mate.

He was my werewolf mate.

He was my other half, as I was his.

I felt as if I had been living a lie for the most longest of times and I couldn't tell what was the truth or what was a lie anymore. I knew just ten minutes ago that I was destined to marry another witch or human and everyone knew that I couldn't do that after my Lucas was dead.

And yet, this wolf comes into my life — more like me barging into his — and says that he's my mate. I've given him such a hard time; laughing in his face, denying that I was his, unintentionally and intentionally hurting him and making him jealous — I figured that out with Alistair. I had to be one of the most horrible mates possible. I've just been so wrapped up in my own bubble that I've hardly come out to play and be curious.

Maybe.. Just maybe... It's time to move on. I think to myself.

It's been almost six hundred years since I last saw Lucas' face in front of mine. Many handsome men have tried courting me and asking me out on dates — one even went so far as to stalk me. But all this time, I've been blinded by the love of Lucas, of what we had. I'm just afraid that what we have will be lost if I give my heart away again...

Coming back to the present day, I find my power disintegrated and the black wolf's fur touching my finger tips. I jerk my hand back, making Castor's wolf whine once again before slowly moving to touch my cheek with his muzzle. I let him sniff me and my neck — along with my shoulder — as his tongue darted out to give me a quick kiss. I laughed and gave the wolf a smile before kissing the side of its cheek in a thank you sort of gesture.