Saviour

Chapter Twenty-Five

     I felt the feeling return to my arms, testing out my fingers one by one.

I blinked rapidly up, shielding my eyes from the light from above. What was that? Had I just dreamt that up? It couldn't possibly be real... could it? I frowned as I realized that several people were shining the lights from their cell phones down into my face.

"Halle! My Gods, child. What on earth came over you?" Agatha peered down at me suspiciously. 

"Sorry, must have gotten light headed with all the blood loss." I responded flatly, pushing myself up onto my elbows. My head swam a little, however I was beginning to regain my composure.

Agatha made an unimpressed sound as she hurried me to my feet. I blew away a piece of hair that had fallen into my eyes, brushing my long mane back behind my neck once more. 

Agatha's shocked intake of breath caused me to freeze in my tracks. I stared at her, wide-eyed. "What? Do I have dirt on my face?"

"Not dirt..." She breathed out, moving closer in wonder. She was staring at my forehead, in the exact place that Hekate and Lycaona had kissed me. Dread pooled in my stomach.

What now? My mind whirled. 

Agatha grabbed my right hand and held it above our heads, turning to the coven still gathered around us. "Halle carries the mark of Hekate!" She proclaimed, breathless. She was staring at me as if I was an entirely different person now. Otherworldly, almost.

I watched as their eyes widened one by one as they took in the information Agatha had given them. "She also carries the mark of the Werewolf!" Another member of the crowd cried, aghast. His face conveyed exactly how that made him feel. 

I curled my lip at him in a scowl.  

"I knew you would be the one." Agatha whispered as she cupped my cheeks within her palms. Was it just me or did she look suspiciously close to crying? I had no idea what these people were talking about at this point.

She turned to the man that had shouted out. "Not to worry. The Goddess knows what she is doing. Halle is still a pure blooded witch, although now she has been blessed by two out of three of the gods. It is time to rejoice that we have such a revered member within our coven!"

I furrowed my brow, brushing my clothes off as if it was the most important task in the world. Anything to resist meeting the eyes of the expectant witches that surrounded me. 

"Alright, as lovely as this is and everything, I think it's about time to teach me the spell that can break the curse you set on my Pack." I leveled my gaze at Agatha angrily, knowing full well that time was creeping up on me. Soon, I would need to board the plane back home with Gideon in hopes to save the lives of everyone that I cared about.

Agatha blew out an annoyed breath, still clearly against me helping the wolves. 

Tough luck, you wicked old woman. I thought vehemently. 

"Yes, let's go back through the portal then. We will do this back at my estate." Agatha beckoned me forward, through the crowd. As I walked through the mass of Coven members, they brushed their fingers across my cheek, uttering what sounded like prayers to the Goddess Hekate.

I sighed exasperatedly. Now they thought I was their magical saviour too.

We went through the portal and I found myself stumbling over my own feet in Agatha's foyer once more. Gideon jumped up in surprise. 

"Well?" He prompted, clearly waiting to hear some good news.

"Well, I've got nothin'. Apparently I've been blessed by two Goddesses, basically possessed by a creepy dagger, and Agatha still hasn't shown me the spell we need."