“You’re mom’s working late?” Damon said, closing the door to my kitchen cupboard.
“Yes,” I said then, sitting on the couch as I rolled up a ball of yarn my cat screwed up. “She always works late. She works nights.”
“I see,” he said then, examining the cupboard again.
“I don’t understand why that fascinates you so much,” I said then, setting the yarn aside. “It’s a simple cupboard. Unless you’ve never seen one before.”
“I’ve seen one before,” he said, annoyed. “I just never been in your new house, is all.”
I just sighed and rolled my eyes, standing and attending to the cleanliness of my living room.
By the time I was done cleaning and freshening everything up, he had already examined the picture on the mantel and started peeking through the books on the shelf.
He then tipped his head to the side curiously. “Why do you have so many books on spirits?”
I sighed and brushed off my pants, standing up straight. “You know I can read minds, right?”
He glanced over. “Briefly remember something like that, yes.”
“Well, since I was a child, I’ve always been wondering what was wrong with me. If I was some supernatural deity or something.” I just lopped my head to the side. “My mom always kept it a secret, and when I was five she found someone to teach me how to control it, so I can only peek into minds when I feel like it.” I looked up at him. “That didn’t stop the curiosity of what I was, though. I’m the only person in my family who can read them. After I met you, I found out werewolves existed. So, naturally, I turned to books of supernatural creatures.”
He blinked.
“That one in particular,” I said, nodding to the one he was holding, “told me the answer. I am a spirit. A magical creature that derives from the wolf-world. But you should already know this. And… I just found the other sources of material interesting, is all.”
He shut the book and set it back on the shelf.
“So,” I said then, dropping onto the couch as I gazed over at him in boredom, “you find a wish yet?” I raised my hand then, pointing to the scar left from out blood pact.
He was silent for too long. “Yes.”
“Good,” I said then, taking off my shoes, “so the pact wasn’t in vain.”
I just stared down at my socks then.
When I signed the blood pact with him so long ago, we knew as children that both of us had to get something from it—to make it fair—so my side would be that he would protect me, but his side… would be that I would grant him one wish.
Because we both knew that I was a spirit.
Spirits were a being filled with magic from the moon goddess, and it was in out nature to grant a worthy wolf or person of one wish.
What we didn’t know at such a young age, was that in order to grant him that wish, the wolf who desired it had to kill the spirit before asking the wish.
It was made this way by the moon goddess. A spirit harvested power, and in order to release its power to the wolves to benefit their evolution, it would have to die. And in doing so… the wolf who released its power was gifted a wish.
But we didn’t know what when we were so little, and it was already set in stone.
Alpha Damon would have to protect me from harm and shield me from putting my survival at risk… and then once we find my father’s killer, he will kill me.
Unless he no longer wanted a wish.
I encouraged him to find one, though. All these years later, I still wanted him to find one.
I wasn’t going to ask him what it was, though. I didn’t want to know.
“Winter,” he said then, still facing away from me, “I promise I will make your death painless.”
I just gazed up at him, knowing fully well he could not see me.
But a wide smile spread across my face, and I tried to shield my excitement. “I know.”
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