My Two Greedy Mates

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Aphrodite's POV

I listened to sound of our breathing which was mixed in the ever-soft wind, the pacing thoughts of many that circled around me including my own. My heart raced as I stared at the woman ahead of me, the dark magic that circled and spiraled around her like an experienced dancer.

 Brushing my hands together I narrowed my eyes at the woman, gulping as I watched her movements. Yes, she may have been old but that was also known to be one of the most misleading things to look at, misjudgment could essentially lead to one's downfall.

The men behind me remained static unsure of what action to take, 'are they really your bodyguards? They don't even know what to do.' Siren scoffed, she wasn't impressed in me earning these "bodyguards" of mine. 

The evil laughter filled the air making me lift an eyebrow, she stepped forward lifting her hand towards me. A dark glare in her eyes, clenching my teeth I watched as the dark magic circled and circled in her hands as if she was taunting me.

She than suddenly pushed her hand, dashing forward I felt the sword weigh in my hands, tightening my grip on the sword I sliced it in half, she lanuched another leading me to swiftly spin around and cutting it again. The bits of the magic teasing the ends of my hair, making me wander the effect of it.

 "Oh how lovely this is." She mused stepping forward, her cloak leading with a trail of darkness, the young boy  named David was knocked out and hadn't appeared in the best condition. There was a gasp, "Luna." I felt the boost of confidence in me, their tones sounded impressed, I was a strong woman not a weak one and preferred to keep it like that.

 She breathed out, letting me catch the sight of her cracked and yellow shining teeth, "fighting with you has been a long-term dream, you see." She peered at me, her eyes lighting up as she began to stand up taller and the sickening sound of her bones cracking. 

 I gasped as I looked over to David. If I was true and recalled this myth about this woman she was a wolf in a old woman's clothing. But not any regular wolf, an 10ft wolf with extensive amount of magic abilities in both wolf and human form.

If I didn't get that little boy anytime soon, once she touches his skin he will be killed immediately, all of his power that has existed as a wolf will be consumed and empower her wolf form. 

The myth that is often called the story of "little red riding hood" was very much true, to the point the disguise of the old woman had been a ten feet dangerous rabid wolf with killer instincts. She would often consume the lives of young wolf children, since they were still developing into their wolf and the abilities that would enrich her true form.

Glancing back, "You need to get him. If she gets him. She will kill him immediately." I pointed out, Eason's young eyes widened as he stared at me with parted lips. Rainier nodded at my words, "what do you need us to do?" He hardened his eyes. 

"Listen to me." He nodded, another crack echoed along the woods and the sharp alarming growl had shook the trees itself along with the grumbling ground. Turning over to the woman I seen a wolf too tall and the pitch black eyes with the sharp canines peeking out and the spiraling black magic around the wolf.

 "She just turned into a wolf!?" Ludis shouted shocked. Sighing I stared at her as I clenched my sword, was this enough to get the job done? 'How about our bow?' There was a slight silence. Yes. Our bow.

 When having two different sides I am balanced out by both the light and the dark, each having both a different weapon I specifically am able to wield. The weapon I use from the light side is known as the Archangel and is known to be one of the most powerful weapons I carry with me. Archangel is known for meaning the highest rank when regarding an angel, though in my terms it happened to be one of my strongest weapons.