Till Death Do Us Part{Book 3} *Completed* (Old Version) Being renewed

Another Way To Die

Writer's POV

{Chapter Forty Four} Enrico woke up with a hiss, touching his head in pain as he sat up, he was shirtless and on his bed. Erin, the witch who was helping him stood above him as she glared. "What?" Enrico said with open arms as he slid his knees up, staring at Erin.

"What the hell were you doing at the cemetery? You knew the risks of going there! You almost got yourself killed!" Erin scolded at him as she shook her head pissed, "We only have a few days to do the spell and you're playing games! No one asked you to kill her in the first place! You're lucky that I'm the only one that can do a resurrection spell!"

Enrico rolled his eyes at her as he brushed his scalp, where Yeoman hit his head hurting. It was even forming a bump. He had to admit, that bastard got him good. He sighed, leaning his forearms on his knees.

"Relax, nothing happened. Let's do that spell to get this over with." He tossed the sheets aside and stood up, standing naked in front of Erin. He grinned, "Why so shy?" Enrico smirked at Erin as he walked past her, his head looking behind his shoulder mischievously as he entered his bathroom.

Erin curled up her hands into fists, snapping her head to the side as she let out a deep breath. Enrico is playing with fire, whatever he ignores it or not he's, going to get burn at the end either way.

Rows of tombstones stood erect in silence to the left and right, in front and behind, like a sea of the dead. Some were crumbled with the weathering of centuries, some were smooth marble with new black writing and laid with floral tributes. Some recently placed, whereas others, cracked and crumbling.

Mould covered the engravings dedicated to the dead, trees leaning towards the stones, branches reaching out to each other. Spiked, black fences surrounded the graveyard almost like it was a prison. Gravel paths weave through the maze of graves, allowing passersby to pay their respects to the people lined up in the earths embrace.

"Dig, the moon is almost underneath our heads." Erin spoke as the pack members started to dig harder, scooping up dirt as they threw it behind their backs. The sky was dark and sounds of wild and weird animals could be heard as they dug with the shovels.

Sounds of lone wolves howling to the moon could be heard as the trees waved side to side, the night was cold and spooky. Enrico stood besides Erin as he watched his men dug the dirt, his head tilting up to look at the moon that was above them.

A hard sound was heard and Enrico looked down at his men who reached the coffin. They put the shovels aside and started to remove the rest of the dirt from on top of the coffin. They forced the coffin open and pulled her body out of the coffin.

Enrico and two of his other men helped guiding a stair down so they could climb up. The man put Summer on his shoulder and walked up the stairs, stopping when her body would slip to accommodate her again.

The one man left closed the coffin back and walked up the stairs, pulling it back up. They started to cover back the hole as Enrico took Summer over. "Let's begin before the clouds hide the moon."

"Strip her." Erin commanded and they did what they were told. Erin walked around her as she drew a circle of salt around her. She stepped back from her body and turned to look at Enrico who stepped forward, taking his hand in hers as she turned it around, sliding a knife in his wrist and collected his blood into a jar.

When she had enough blood from both wrists, she trailed the blood around the circle of salt. Namia Exum Solvos. The circle lit into flames as Erin opened her arms, looking up at the sky. La cendre à l'os, de la chair à la vie. De la cendre à l'os, de la chair à la vie. From ash to bone, from bone to flesh, from flesh to life.