Demonic Spell II

Recipe 6

RECAP:

“I'm really sorry. I'm Drew.” He stepped away and offered his large hand on my direction.

Grasping his proffered hand, “I'm Elisha but Eli will be fine.” I shook his hand and got shocked by a flashed of electricity coming from him, and he seems oblivious to it but I felt his sadness, his regret and sorrow at the death of his sister, and most of all I felt his love for her.

“Umm.. I'm really sorry for the misunderstanding. We really don’t know and immediately assumed the worst. I’m Cole.” Darkie said gruffly while Sam glared at him from behind. I'm sure that Samantha was berating the poor man to death about what had happen.

“It’s fine and well, no one wants it to happen anyway and –.” A sudden shift in the air cuts me short and it was immediately followed by a sizzle of electricity on my mark. Thallan!

 

Growls immediately erupted around me.

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“What the hell is going on in here?!!” Thallan’s thunderous voice shook the whole house to its very foundation and rattled the windows.

The werewolves immediately jumped in a defensive crouch and created a barrier infront of us as Sam was pushed towards me while growling back to my already agitated demon.

“Where is she?!” Thallan snarled, baring his fangs ferociously as he advances towards our huddled group with fury visible on his bloody-red eyes as it swept around, and then it clicked in my mind; the werewolves’ scent overwhelmed mine and Thallan can’t smell me.

Pushing myself through the hulking werewolf bodies, I made my way out of their protective rank before a fight can ensue between them and Thallan.

“I'm here. I'm here.” I yelled as I broke free from them and I noticed a beautiful red-headed woman standing just behind Thallan, wearing a loose cape around her.

I wondered who she is but before I could voice out my question; Thallan hissed loudly, pulling me away from them and I winced in pain when his action tugged on my stitches.

Pulling my hand out of his grasp, I clutched the site of my wound. The stinging pain distorted my balance as I stumbled back until I hit something warm behind me.

Looking back at the solid warmth behind me, I saw Drew standing impassively with a cold look on his eyes and challengingly eyeing Thallan.

“Don’t touch her.” Thallan said lowly, threat evident in his voice and if I don’t act immediately he will erupt in a killing frenzy.

Pushing Thallan back, I stepped away from Drew. “He’s not touching me, Thallan. Calm down.”

“I can smell him on you, El.” He murmured darkly, his eyes blood-red as his demon started to push out, and I can feel his body vibrating under my hands. This is not good.

 

I craned my head back and looked pleadingly at Drew to back away before Thallan lose control of himself. He’s jealously possessive and being surrounded by werewolves agitated him, and I can’t imagine what will happen if he learned that I was wounded, but Drew seems to get the wrong message as he moved closer.