Avalon and the Alpha

Chapter 5

My apartment felt lonely. I felt lonely from the absence of his presence. I started to question my own decisions of coming back here to decide for myself, but I bit my lip, knowing this was the right decision.

My apartment was small and simple. Not much color, and not too messy, the one bedroom apartment had its own kitchenette, a small living room with a mere little table. The windows shut tight, the curtains drawn close. I didn't like anyone having the possibility of seeing in to my personal space. My bedroom door was shut to the left, the kitchenette directly in the back against the wall, the bathroom to my right and the little table just before the kitchen. In my bedroom was my library, my stack of books I had been given when my mother passed away.

Curiously, most of the books I had been given were about witchcraft. They looked ancient, the pages turning yellow and the text written in an archaic language. I had trouble reading it at first, but when I learned the spell to translate the words from text to my language, the barrier no longer had stopped me from learning the knowledge I desired.

Being isolated for most of my teen years led me to study these books in detail. I had learned most spells, only testing them once. After my first incident of accidentally setting my curtains on fire leading to the fire department having to come to my house, I learned to be more careful on how I focused my energy, learning about focal points and my sphere of influence on what I manipulated. I hadn't practiced any spells in years, learning they served no purpose to me in the life I was living. My hands were itching to get on the books, wondering how I could use my skills to help me with Adonis.

Not that I would ever manipulate him with magic, but maybe I could help him. If he claimed I was a Luna who was supposed to lead his pack, I had to have some skill set and some way to protect myself. As far as I knew there was a small part of me that was special, obviously because I had learned the ways of magic. I was determined that anyone could, if they learned to manipulate their energy first.

That was the first lesson I had learned, how to use energy to my advantage and how to build up enough energy within myself to practice these spells. Many times I had tired myself out, sleeping for days on end with Helena being the one to wake me up with her rancid breath.

I sauntered into my bedroom, looking for a particular book. Out of the many witch craft books my mother had once possessed, I do remember briefly looking over a volume that dealt with supernatural creatures. Ranging from vampires to werewolves, I barely noticed it before. I had assumed it pertained to the past days when the mythical creatures were thought to exist. A shiver went through my spine thinking of the other supernatural creatures that must still exist if werewolves existed.

The book was hidden between shelves of my books. My fingertips lightly going over each one. I closed my eyes trying to focus my energy on honing in to the specific book I desired. I could picture it in my hands, picture the texts my eyes roamed over. My fingers began to itch as the magic poured through them, the feeling unfamiliar as I had stopped practicing years ago. My hands were led by this force, until I felt the spine I greatly wanted. I pulled the book from the shelves clutching it tightly to my chest. The magic hummed from the book, the energy coursed through my veins. I breathed deeply, reveling in the feeling of magic. It made me warm, every nerve ending humming in harmony as I came together, body and mind as one.

I sat on my small bed. It hadn't been much, but it was one of the comfiest beds I had ever slept on. After years of wear and use, the bed had been good to me. My room was small, being a one bedroom apartment, the carpet was spotless, my closet door to the right where my small amount of clothes housed themselves. I smiled at my room. Adonis' room had been huge, too big for someone his size. I knew he was well off, and could definitely afford to have a house the size it was, but I always preferred simple and small. I never felt the need to extend myself that wasn't necessary. I enjoyed my simple life. I wondered how it would change.