My Second Chance

#28 Invisible Person

Okay, sorry I took so long to write such a short chapter. Now back to business, (cue solemn look) I need more votes, chop chop people!!!! xD

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Ryder's P.O.V

I came in to see Sapphire stare into space with an angry expression. She looked like she was ready to murder someone and piss herself at the same time.

"Kitten, what's wrong?" I asked her pointedly. "Ummm... nothing." She gave me a weak smile. "Then what's that piece of paper crumpled in your fist?" I growled, upset that she lied.

She gulped visibly.

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Sapphire's P.O.V

I felt something move behind me. "Done so soon?" I asked without turning around, focusing on placing the last piece of bacon onto Ryder's plate. I suddenly felt a shivery feeling, you know, those when somebody's fingers are close to your skin. Yeah, those. Then I became aware of the heated and piercing gaze on my neck. That's when it clicked, I smelt an old musty scent instead of Ryder's delicious ones.

I spun around, only to find myself facing thin air.

"Who's there?" I called out, in a defensive stance. Nobody answered and the kitchen remained empty and quiet. Must be my imagination, I shrugged. No, I'm hell sure someone was behind us, Drew growled. I felt it too, Gwen frowned. Nah, people don't disappear into thin air, it's just our imagination, I convinced them. Yeah, this must be it, Gwen said sighing in relieve. Guys, we caught another scent, and we both know that it doesn't belong to a werewolf, Drew argued. Enough, it was nothing. There should be a scientific explanation for it if it's real, I argued back. I felt a nagging feeling and knew that I was just trying to turn from the truth. I was sure there was someone. There isn't any for werewolves or demons, Drew snorted. But- That's when I felt my words clog in my throat.

I wanted to get away from there but my hands and legs seem to have a different mind of its own. I walked over to the countertop to see something I hoped I mistaken for something else but I could feel the dread fill my body. Drew didn't even try to say I-told-you-so.

Because right there on the countertop, was a yellow sticky note.

My hand trembled as I reached out for it. The note flew into my hand itself, without me taking it. My facial expression morphed into a confused one.

Magic, Drew whispered. Witches! They are in this too! That's the scent we picked up just now, Gwen said in realization. Witches? I asked, confused. Yeah, they sometimes do things for money, like odd jobs or something, Drew explained. Magic can hurt us right? I whimpered. Yes, unfortunately it can, Drew sighed. Isn't there a goddess in charge of them? Like the moon goddess to werewolves? I frowned. Yeah, there is, but unfortunately, she likes slacking off, Drew grumbled. Who is it? I asked curiously. Hecate, goddess of magic and witchcraft, Drew muttered. Oh, Gwen acknowledged.

I didn't know how that information was suppose to be helpful. I frowned and looked down at the familiar writing scrawled on the yellow piece of paper. I braced myself and read it.

Dear Sapphire, You my naughty girl, are very stubborn. I have to give you a punishment when you get back. The pack is weakening, my darling mate. But don't worry, you'll be here soon. Where you belong. Right next to me. And soon, you'll be bearing my pups and we'll live together happily. Nothing can change that. Love, Graysen.