Chapter Thirty–Six
“A Lycan?” I traced my finger over the picture. “I thought they were extinct.”
“Most are. Only one left is the king.” My dad pulled the book away from me and switched back to the page he had originally settled on. “Lycans have two forms. A wolf, much bigger than a normal werewolf. And a half human half wolf form, like the ones you see in the movies. Weres can partially shift, but nothing that comes close to the wolfman form.” He pushed the book back in front of me. “Now I want you to focus on this spell and try to create a wisp without losing the change in your scent.”
“A wisp?” I looked at the page and skimmed it. It was a step to step spell on how to create a wisp of light. A spell useful for seeing in the dark and one that doesn’t create heat so you can hold it for long periods of time without being burned.
“Yeah, this was the first spell I learned from my grandmother. She said it is the safest option as a wisp has no way to ‘burn down the village“.” He smirked as his eyes took on a glossy look.
“You miss her.” It was a silly thing to say, because it was plain to see to anyone looking, but he nodded.
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“I forgot her voice.” His own voice trembled. “But then she was here today and I remembered it vividly again.
How she used to chase me around her cabin…being with her was the best part of my childhood.”
“You parents?”
“Were a true alpha paring.”
“What does that mean, exactly?” I looked back at Ronnie, who looked away from my questioning eyes.
“My parents loved me.” My dad cut in.
“In their weird, cold way.” Ronnie tossed out.
“They were just stoic.”
“They were mean, and cold, and the only love and enjoyment you got out of life was from that woman.” Ronnie
sat back in his chair and looked at me. “It was the world’s greatest favor when the king killed your parents.”
“The king killed your parents?” I felt like I was getting too much information. “How old is he?”
“Not the current king. The old one. He killed my parents right after the attack because we found out that they were working with rogues to kill certain alphas and the king.
“Wait what?”
“One hundred years ago. We were attacked. It was the rogues. Your father had already taken over the pack, but your grandpa didn’t like it. But he had no reason not to hand the pack over. Your dad had won the king’s favor in a battle a few years earlier and the king mentioned it was about time the new generation took over.” Ronnie Launched into the epic story of the battle and how my dad nearly killed himself saving the old king.
“So why did it matter that dad was the alpha?” I had fully turned and focused on Ronnie.
“Your grandpa wanted the power still, and he was pissed he was forced to give it up.” Ronnie leaned closer. “You father was stronger than he was too, but your dad wouldn’t have ever tried to take over the pack, and the king saw that and made it a point to push the point home at every meeting until your grandpa complied.”
“But?”
“But he was pissed. So he made an alliance with the rogues to kill every one of the newer alphas that the king had appointed. And the king. They attacked us first, and killed your great grandmother, but your dad figured it out
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Chapter Thirty–Six
when he caught a rogue and tortured it out of him.”
“Dad!” He tortured someone.
“You do what you have to do when you have so many depending on you, Amy.” My dad almost crumpled onto the desk beside me. I could see it was wearing on him. The choices he made.
“Anyway. We were able to save everyone, except the king.” Ronnie pointed out. “A fact his son took to heart.”
“He hates you?
“I wouldn’t say hate, but he blames me. That is certain.” My dad huffed out a breath and then got up. “Enough story time for now. Try the spell.”
I pulled my legs up and sat crisscross on the table. I grabbed the book and settled it on my lap. Then I read the words over and over, trying to memorize them.
Iccas lumin torcanta.
“Use the words at first, but once you get the feel of the spell, you can just put the intention out and your power will follow.” My dad patted my shoulder and I put my palm up and recited the words.
“Iccas lumin torcanta.” A giant ball of light appeared over my hand and Ronnie flew back. He tumbled over the back of his chair with a thump and a moan. I stood with a jump and the light blinked out of existence. “Are you okay?”
