Shrouded in Mist

2 | Alliance with a Werewolf

Chapter 2: Alliance with a Werewolf

I awoke feeling refreshed. For once in ten years - with a few exceptions - I felt ready to kick ass, and I was excited. I mean, I was going after a Level Six murderer...

But for now, time to get to work.

And by work, I mean practising my incredibly rusty magic which I'd vowed never to use again, but of course, this was a special circumstance, so the vow could be disregarded.

Frustration coursed through me, making my body tense and uptight. I was still stuck on a Level Five freezing spell. This spell froze things, or people, and gave the person hypothermia. A delayed killing spell of sorts. Once upon a time, I had no problems using this spell. But considering I had not been using magic for years, this was already good progress. I had gone through Levels One, Two, Three, and Four with little to no difficulties. But Level Five was another matter. Level Five sorcerers were already considered rare, amd the spells were complex and hard to go through.

The door bell pealed suddenly, jolting me from my troubling thoughts.

I looked through the peephole, expecting my best friend, Alex, but instead seeing... the unnamed Danan's son.

Of course.

I unlocked the door cautiously, but not before casting a protective spell over me. (A manageable feat, thankfully.)

"Hello-"

"Trackers said it was a male Level Six sorcerer that killed Danan."

...Straight to the point much?

I jutted my chin out. "I already said I didn't kill him. You were the one who didn't believe me."

His eyes flashed. Damn, maybe not so wise to aggravate a werewolf outside my house. Especially with mortals that could easily see us.

"Come in."

What? What? Had that really just come out of my mouth? I couldn't believe I'd invited a werewolf into my home. I really needed to learn some common sense - which, turns out, isn't so common after all.

He stepped in, closing the door behind him, and leaned back against it with his arms crossed. His six foot plus figure dominated my home, his presence dominating my senses.

"So, Danan's son, what's your name?"

"Keiran." He spoke so shortly that I almost asked him what his problem was. Then I remembered his father and alpha had just been murdered last night. While I was thinking about what he was here for, his dark gaze had been probing me, wondering what I was.

"What are you?" He had asked the question. If I answered truthfully, I would sound like the killer of Danan. Level Six sorcerer. And I'd been present at the late alpha's murder scene. Just female, not male, but he would probably blame it on the Trackers making a mistake and tear my throat out before I could eke out a protest.

"Sorcerer. Level Six." Yet I was still truthful. Stupid of me.

"You're Level Six?" His disbelieving tone offended me.

"What?" I pinned him with a glare. "I may look weak, but I'm not." A flash of fire flew his way from me, but he ducked out of the way just in time.

He didn't need to know the fire had no heat, and was a basic intimidatory technique which could be performed by even those with just a smidgeon of magic.

"What the fuck?" He stormed over to me, his glare piercing. Taking my hands in his so I couldn't cast (not that it did any good. Hands weren't necessary for casting spells; they were merely a conduit), he pinned me against the wall.