Rogue Vixen

1. Rendezvous

Alright, so this book is technically my second one. I decided to create this story to find what I'm comfortable as far as writing and what I need to work on. So please, leave behind some constructive criticism and enjoy! 

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"Nadya, I really need that elder root about now!"

I looked frantically in my mom's apothecary. With each passing moment, I could hear her concoction bubbling out of control in the basement.

It would be nice if she warned me about this order earlier. This is definitely going to mess up my night. I thought.

There you are. I plucked the glass jar from its shelf.

"I'm coming!" I called out as I headed downstairs with the rest of the ingredients for the potion.

The potion was about to boil over the large cauldron when I handed the remaining ingredients.

Without batting an eye, my mom added a dash of each ingredient into the cauldron. Each time the muddy potion simmered down until it was fragrant translucent pink liquid. She really lived up to the title of a white witch. She swirled her finger in the potion causing a gentle ripple in its calm state.

"Not bad at all," my mom prided herself for her craft.

I looked at the final product and recognized it immediately. Faerie Glebe: a potion to mask a shifter's scent. Who would need this and so much of it? Ah, I'll figure that out later, he's probably waiting for me.

"Yeah. So... can I go now?" I finally asked.

My mom raised an eyebrow, "You usually love making potions."

"I still do. I just wanted to go on a run before the storm came in."

"That's never stopped you before."

I quickly turned and walked out of earshot distance. I made it halfway up the stairs before she called out my name. I turned to see her green eyes darkened with disappointment.

"You're meeting with him aren't you?"

I stood there silently. I've never figured out how she knew about Cameron. You can't lie to a foreseeing witch for so long.

She leaned against the wall absentmindedly and pulled her pale blonde hair over her ears as she sighed, "Nothing good is going to come out of this."

"I know it feels nice to catch the eye of the next alpha but all he is going to do is hurt you."

Even though we weren't werewolves we were part of the pack. My mother was the pack's shamen, whenever a packmate was in need of medical attention or the alpha needed advice when it came to faeries, she was there. Our house was also next to the main packhouse. I've known Alpha's son since I was little; it wasn't long before we became close.

Once we became eighteen neither of us felt a pull. It shocked him the most, hurt him even. But that didn't stop me. If anything it made me value the time we have now. But he's changed, it's been two years since then. I've tried pressing him but he would never give me a complete answer.

"Nadya," My mom looked at me this time with a more pitiful, sympathetic look.

"Just get back here before the storm." With that, she left to tend to her potion.

That went well, I thought to myself.

I ran upstairs and put on my dark cloak before going outside. Orange sun rays that broke through trees hit my face and turned carob skin into glowing amber. I put on the hood that failed to keep dark coils of hair from poking out.