Alpha Gaston

V.

I ran to the center of the maze as fast as I could nearly running out of breath getting there. I felt like my chest was on fire, but that could have also been because of hearing Gaston's blood curdling scream. As I reached the middle I saw a woman dressed in all black, face covered and all. I could not tell if she was human or supernatural, all I knew was that she hurt my best friend and she was going to pay for that. I let out a howl that meant danger was present on the territory, before I could even finish the guards following behind had made their way to me and immediately grabbed the woman and detained her. They covered her mouth because she was chanting words that none of us had ever heard before. All the while Gaston lay curled in a ball groaning in pain.

I was about to approach him when my father grabbed my hand and stopped me. I looked him in his eyes almost in tears because I knew this would be a long and tedious process. My father handed me over to Sean and walked over to the female. He lifted her headpiece and exposed her face.

"A witch. Not to my surprise. What do you want with this child?"

"He will reign."

"You're speaking nonsense. What are you called? And don't make me ask twice."

"Vierra. I must finish what has already been started or he will die. He cannot survive the spell if he is human."

"What are you speaking of? You placed a spell on him without his consent? How crude. He is only a human boy."

"Not for long." Vierra now smirking knowing her plans would overthrow what my father had planned. He was definitely going to kill her. But it sounds like he will need her first.

The guards walk with the witch, while my father carries Gaston back to the mansion. He heads straight to the infirmary and lays Gaston onto the gurney. Gaston is seemingly lifeless as he lays there. His eyes are fixated on the ceiling and he isn't even blinking.

"He is closer to death than any man has ever been. You must allow me to finish the spell or he will join your past mate in the afterlife."

As soon as the witch finished her sentence my father was in front of her with his forearm digging into her neck. His eyes full of pure anger, irises red and void of any remorse.

"Don't you dare speak of Grace that way! I will kill you where you stand!"

"You will let a helpless human boy die a slow and agonizing death? Let me go first and you can finish what you started."

My father looked back at me and was internally conflicted. He knew Gaston was my only true friend although he is just human and would die decades before me.

"What exactly is it that you'd be doing to help him?"

"He will have to be changed into a werewolf."

Everyone in the room froze from the words the witch just spoke. She has to be joking or crazy, that cannot happen!

"I will need a few things to make this work. It is the only way to save his life."

"Forget it," my father says boldly. "Let him die. He is of no use to us and as soon as he is changed he will probably go on a killing spree. Kill the witch!" My father says this all without blinking.

"Father!? How can you do this?! I will not let you kill him! He has done nothing to deserve this!" I run over to the bedside and guard Gaston's now shaking body. I can tell he his closer to death now more than ever. "Father please! I am begging you!" I scream at the top of my lungs and I know the entire pack house can hear us. My father looked down at me next to Gaston and I knew he felt an internal conflict. He didn't want his daughter to be unhappy but he didn't want a burden of a so-called wolf on his hands either.

"What will you need," he asked with irritation in his words.

"I will need some of his blood, a strand of hair, a piece of the fabric he is wearing, herbs and medicine, and an unmated female in his presence. Will your daughter be the female in the room?"

"My daughter will not be present during this curse spell! She will be in her-"

"I am staying with Gaston!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, louder than I have ever projected my voice. My father cocked his head to the side questioning my tone and attitude toward him.

"No one else would volunteer, I would want to be here when he wakes up. He's my best friend father. Please?" I looked up at him with my biggest puppy dog eyes and I knew he couldn't say no.

"Fine you can stay. But if something goes wrong I will be here on the dot. She shall not be harmed in any way am I making myself clear?" My father clenched his jaw making it known he is serious and will do anything to protect his only child. I watched as he walked away and wished he could have stayed. I felt a heavy cloak like feeling fall over me being alone in the room with a witch and a transitioning human. It was all because of magic my best friend is about to be a werewolf. I stood in the corner as the witch prepared her mixtures and tonics and I never spoke a word. Gaston has stopped moving and for a second I thought he could be dead. All I could hear was my heart beating out of my chest.

"Come child." I did not question her demand, I just followed instructions. I slowly approached the bedside where Gaston lay almost lifeless. My heart aching for him to look over to me. Yet he did not. I reached out to touch his arm and the witch grabbed my wrist as quickly as I had blinked. I snapped my head over to her confused at her reaction.

"Be still." I look back over to Gaston who seems to be stirring now. I feel a sharp pain in my palm as I jerk my hand away but she has a firm grip on me. I felt blood trickle down my forearm and drip to the floor. As she held my bleeding arm in her hand she began chanting words I had never heard before.

"Nexum et luna, donec mors tibi."

"Nexum et luna, donec mors tibi."

"Nexum et luna, donec mors tibi."

She chanted the phrase three times in a language I have not yet learned and then forcefully pressed my palm down to his mouth. He did not move for another ten seconds. But when he did that is when the pain rushed in. It felt like he was taking my life away from me. And he almost did. He was drinking my blood, I thought only vampires did that! I whimpered quietly, that being the only thing I could do. Gaston continued to drink, but he did not look like himself. His eyes were pitch black and his nails were elongated like claws. He sat up and grabbed my wrist and began to take gulps of the vitality that coursed through my veins. I felt my knees get weak and my body become numb.

"Plea...pleas...please stop!" I yelled as loud as I could and then I blacked out.
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The chant the witch said is translated to: The moon shall bond you until death!!!
I immediately think of Hocus Pocus, 'I put a spell on you. And now you're mine!'