Spell Bound

Lucian

It has been exactly thirteen hours since Arabella left with her friend.

I’ve done everything I can to avoid going back to the room that her and I have shared for these past couple of days. I even contemplated going back to the pack but I was met with an overwhelmingly amount of pushback from my members.

‘Don’t come back unless you are bringing our luna!’ Was the main reaction I received.

I chuckle. It seems like they are just excited to see Arabella as I am.

I step into the room, and I am immediately met with Arabella’s delectable scent.

Goddess. I miss her.

A strong part of me fights to go to her, because I know exactly where she is. I have her magic now, and I am sure that one of the witches here at my pack wouldn’t mind teaching me a teleportation spell.

I resist the unwise urge.

She would be angry if she realized that I knew where she was.

That and the spell might be too powerful for me too soon.

I place the spell book that I have borrowed from King Judah’s library.

Some spells just come natural, I concentrate on what I want to happen and it just does. Others are a bit complicated.

I want to learn them for her. I want her to see that I accept every aspect of her.

Whether it be my pack adapting some of her culture in our life, me learning spells, or allowing her to flee to the library she discovered whenever she needs to learn something new.

I walk into the bathroom. Some of her products spread out on the counter, and her clothes are folded up on the floor next to the tub.

I smile at them, her scent will be the strongest on them, maybe it’ll help me sleep tonight.

I busy myself with my nightly routine as my thoughts fill with my beautiful Arabella.

Her tanned skin, her untamed curly hair, and her fiery personality. Everything about her is just perfect.

I'm unsure how she is going to save the wolves apart of the pack lands, but I know that she will be able to figure it out.

Her inquisitive personality won't allow her to just let this go.

I step out of the bathroom, with her shirt in hand. My eyes immediately go to the black leather spell book sitting on my bed.

I bring her shirt up to my nose, using her scent to encourage me to learn a few spells to impress my mate.

I am sure if I enlisted in her help for me to learn the art of witchcraft she would first have me try a ridiculously borderline impossible spell.

Yet, for her I would master it.

I walk to my bed sitting next to the book before placing her shirt down next to me. I take a deep breath before picking up the book.

I take another deep breath before I slowly open the book. Mentally preparing myself for all the spells that I am about to learn about. The cover promises beginner and intermediate level spells and potions.

There has to be something in this book that I can impress Arabella with.

The spells that I have done so far have been less than basic. Keeping the Teulia flowers that in the vase beside the bed alive, teleporting short distances, and a few other things.

I want to try something a bit more challenging. Something that will show her my dedication to witchcraft.

Nothing really catches my attention as I flip through the pages.

There have been a few spells that I have made a mental note to come back to at a different time. Healing spells, fertility spells and strength altering spells. I am sure that they will all be useful to all of us within the pack lands in the future.

I finally stop flipping through the pages when my eyes catches a spell that involves sending messages through large distances.

I am tempted to send a message to Arabella, I would ask her how the progress in finding answers is going. I would tell her that I miss her, and crave her being back in my arms. I would ask if it would be okay for me to come to her. Maybe she would allow me to help her.

I resist the urge. I want her to witness me perform magic with her own eyes. I want her to see all the effort that I am putting into this.

I want Arabella to know that I am doing this all for her.

I continue to look through the pages, until a certain spell catches my eyes. It's simple, but it will show her that I am learning.

An illusion spell.

I can almost see what I want to do right now.

A few hundreds of butterflies that all spell out 'I love you.'

She might think that it is excessive, but it will show her how much magic I am able to sustain at once. It will show her that I am worthy of being her mate.