Demonic Spell II

Recipe 10

Coldness pulled me out of my forced sleep and I blindly reached a hand to search for my favorite source of heat, Thallan. But sleep immediately left my system when the realization that Thallan was not here anymore hits me.

He was gone for more than a week and all those days he haven’t even visited me, he was truly and fully engrossed with her mate that he totally forgot about my existence.

The thought of him forgetting me altogether now that he had his mate back sends a sharp stab of pain my chest.

But you’re not his mate. She was more important than you are. My mind argued as I lay prone on my vast bed, alone and miserable.

The house was too silent for my liking. Samantha left with the Werewolves 3 days ago and as much as I love and need her companionship, I can’t stop her from leaving with them.

Those two were totally into each other as I remember when Drew and I walked up on them in an embarrassingly compromising position after coming from the grocery.

Gosh they can’t keep their hands from each other and it becomes really, really awkward as days pass by. I'm fortunate that I slept a couple of floor away from where they sleep but I can’t say the same to the rest of the Pack.

I remembered the day when I finally found her alone on the kitchen with no Cole in sight or even one of the Weres.

“Hey Sam!” I greeted her as I slid beside her. “So a mermaid?” I teased her, bumping her shoulder playfully as she rolls her eyes on me.

“Don’t start that with me. I never even believe it before. I thought my folks just made it up to entertain us. Yes, I do love the sea but you knew I can’t even hold a tune.

I called my Mum and asked her about it, and you know what? She cracked up laughing at me over the phone, telling me that it was an age-old tale passed from generation to generation and I'm the only one who asked the authenticity of this tale which I shockingly learned was true.

I really had a mermaid ancestor.”

We had a great laugh about that topic but that was from three days ago.  They left with a promise of visiting me every time that they could. The only consolation that I had for those days that I’ve been alone was Drew’s nightly calls as well as my Uncle’s occasional one.

I want to call Thallan but I'm in argument with myself. I had seen the interaction of Mates in Sam and Cole, and that was pretty intense in my standard.

What if I did call him and he was in a compromising position? That will be very embarrassing but I surely miss him.

A buzz and an overwhelming sense of danger had me scrambling up on my bed at the same time that I pulled my bowie knife out of its hidden sheath by my bed.

“Who are you?!” I snapped at the figure standing at the foot of my bed, hidden by the moving shadow made by the trees outside.

My senses might be enhanced from a normal human but I still can’t discern the differences between beings especially those that I haven’t met before. My sense of smell might be greater than usual but I still can’t tell the difference of creatures by their scent alone.