Chapter 121
âPossiblyâ¦â
I mutter, looking at my parents greet someone wearing a black robe with the hood over their head.
Another person is with them. Someone who wore a similar robe but this time, in dark red. My father is the first to reach out to shake the black robeâd personâs hand. I knew then that this was the witch. The ring of serpent on her middle finger told me so. Every witch had one. Only, the animal on the ring told of their ranks.
Serpents ranked highest.
Then was the crows.
And lastly, the tarantulas.
âShe looks scary.â
Weston mumbles, biting on his lip as he looks at me. His eyes were wide and unblinking. The apparent unease in his stance coming from his nature as a wolf.
I should feel it too, but I donât.
âArenât you nervous, Young Alpha?â
His question was sincere. For someone who seemed oblivious to everything, he had a sharp eye for reading atmosphere. Only a handful of people knew of the Locksworth curse. The people the Alpha, my father, personally chose. Close friends and high ranking wolves.
My mother, Chancellor Williams, Beta Creed, Weston, Gam ma Vince and I.
Iâm about to respond but Father interrupts me before I could.
âRaizel!â
He bellows. Weston flinches, immediately stepping back as he swallowed. He reacted from my fathers dominance but not just that. It took me a second to realize why else. The witchâs head was turned in our direction and although her hood was still up, the violet glow of her eyes told us she was staring at us.
I felt⦠weird.
Exposed.
Judged.
Vulnerable.
I didnât like it.
But regardless, I took careful steps their way. I never wavered under the witchâs probing gaze. I couldnât allow myself to. My father told me Alphas donât hesitate. They donât show fear. They donât bow down to another unless for their mate. So I donât.
I walk into the common room, noticing the Chancellor standing by the fireplace. Chancellor Williams was a kind man. I think. I donât really know him much. Iâve only ever seen him converse with my parents and Beta Creed. Sometimes Gam ma Vince as well. Understandably Ga mma Vince is always busy training the pack so most of the time he wasnt there. Chancellor Williams gives me a smile of acknowledgement when our eyes meet. Darting my gaze to the witch and then back to him, I give him a small nod before walking to take my place beside my father.
âSon, this is Arabeth Maliciana. Sheâs the Head Witch of the Order.â
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$110 I look at the black robed figure my father was motioning to and slowly nodded. I didnât say anything. I didnât know what to say under these circumstances. This was the first time I was meeting a witch, the Head Witch much less.
â-And with her is Ivory Black. Her assistant.â
The red robed figure stepped up, bowing slightly in my direction.
âItâs a pleasure to meet you, Young Alpha.â
I look
up at father to find him staring right back at me. His expression was encouraging but I still feel uneasy.
ââ¦The pleasure is mine.â
Slim fingers reach out toward me to which I cautiously bring out my own hand. Her cold, nimble fingers wrap around mine and I find myself being overwhelmed with emotion.
Darkness.
Hot.
Foggy.
Burn.
Suffocating.
Flames.
Ivory pulled her hand back, gasping out as her hood fell from her head. Sharp orange eyes peer at me.
She looked nothing like what I expected. Her skin was pale blue, markings of all sorts that I couldnât comprehend or make out running down her neck like tattoos. Some marks were rigged; tough and perturbing on her skin. Thick, vibrant green hair tied into a loose braid behind her back. Wrinkles under her eyes with dreary effects.
âH-Heâs special.â
I barely manage to catch onto those two words. Though, from the face she made, the context of which âspecialâ was used was nothing to feel happy about. The utter devastation in her eyes as she
by my belief.
frantically looked between me and my parents was enough to stand e
âWhat did you see, Ivory?â
Arabethâs tone broke my train of thought. Although I was beginning to feel the panic settling in my stomach, my nerves were calmed from the sound of her voice. Her voice wasnât soothing. It didnât have the soft, feathery touch my motherâs had and it wasnât quite like my fatherâs dominant presence.
It was simply reassuring.
âI-I donât know⦠Just- I think it would be best if we performed the ritual.â
Ritual?
No one said a thing. I looked around the room, trying to make out what I can from their faces. All of them were silent. Not a peep from anyone. Not something I felt very comfortable with.
But the one thing that was loud and clear was their shared look of pity.
âI seeâ¦â
Itâs my father who breaks the tension. I lift my head to look at him, his dark hair matching mine falling over his eyes. His eyebrows pinched together and his jaw is set. He knew I was looking, yet he never looked my way. I wondered if Iâd done something wrong. Father never makes a face like that
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