Spell Bound

Lucian

“How are you sure that you are going to meet her today?”

I pondered over Alpha King Judah’s question for a moment.

It has been three days since the coronation.

Two days since the devastating attack on the South Pack.

One day since the conversation that I had with Alpha Archer that helped me see that if I don’t win over my mate and convince her to help a lot of live will be lost.

“I can feel it. I don’t know how to explain it other than I know today is the day.”

"When I get my visions when it comes to pairing wolves with one another it usually means that they are going to meet soon." Marisol interjects in the conversation as she walks into Judah's office.

It would make sense that we find each other soon, all of the chaos that has been happening isn't slowing down. She was the one person that can help us end it all.

Judah’s face turns from serious to concerned. “What are you doing up Marisol? You’re supposed to be resting.”

She has a smirk on her face as she closes the office door. “I’m just feeling really restless.” She walked towards him and sat down in his lap and then turned to me. “Don’t ignore your gut, if you truly feel that today is the day don’t ignore it, go meet your mate.”

I nod. I noticed right before the coronation that the way that other people have described her personality to me have been completely inaccurate.

The physical description is spot on, long platinum blonde hair and round brown eyes before all of the chaos that happened at the coronation. Now her eyes were mostly brown but some parts of them were the same shade of blue as the rest of her family. Her hair was still blonde but slightly darker than it was before.

The people that told mer about were completely incorrect about her personality.

I was expecting for the Luna Queen to be shy, timid and soft spoken.

I was not expecting for her to disregard Judah’s instructions, rush down to help when something dangerous happens and does whatever it takes to save the pack lands.

She is strong, compassionate and brave.

She is the perfect queen for Judah and the pack lands.

"I first need to make arrangements with my Beta to take care of the pack in my absence. I suspect it will be longer than he is anticipating." All of the alpha's were originally supposed to be away from their pack for two days at most, but when the witch's attacked the South pack all bets were off. Even though us alpha's were slightly weakened from the witch at the coronation we were still able to capture more of the witches and interrogate them for information.

There were still too many deaths. It seems like they can't be prevented no matter how hard you prepare.

"I will be the one to tell Nolan of your absence and why. We don't need him wondering." Judah stated before lifting Marisol off of his lap, before standing up. "The only thing that you need to do is focus on your mate."

I stand up as well and begin making my way out of his office. "Thank you. I will be headed to the forest in-between my pack and the west pack. That is where she will be. I don't know how I know that, but I just do."

Marisol smiles at me, "Have safe travels and remember what you need to do."

I nod before grasping at the door handle and leaving the room.

I make my way out of the pack house and to the forest that leads to my pack.

I debate back and forth on whether or not I should shift into my wolf, she may be too intimidated to go through with her plan.

I laugh at my thoughts.

I doubt that she would actually be intimidated by a single alpha since she is going up against an entire coven of witches by herself.

I decide to just walk, it will take me longer but it guarantees that we will meet today.

As I walk through the forest I feel the physical effects of me anticipating my mate. I have a bit of sweat on my forehead, my hands are unsteady and my heart is beating faster than normal despite my normal pace.

To say that I am excited to finally meet my mate would be an understatement.

I never envisioned myself mated to a witch, but now that I know I couldn't believe that I thought any differently.

A powerful, stubborn and determined witch. Yet, in someway she is different from her kind and seeks revenge for the way that she was treated.

I am assuming that it is a coven of witches that she used to be a part of from the way that she spoke.

She is going to need help.

I can't help but smirk at my thoughts.

I will win her over by helping her obtaining revenge by obliterating her ex-coven, no matter what.

She will feel the connection between the two of us, and she will not be able to deny my loyalty towards her after witnessing me destroy her coven by her side.

Still, I wonder what makes her so different from the witches that she used to be a part of?

I don't know much about witches, but I am well aware that there are witches who practice different kinds of magic.

Those who practice dark magic are usually looked down upon from other witches, and it is forbidden in most covens.

Those who practice dark magic all have the same look to them. If it is heavily relied on by witches it will usually age them the same way it ages humans who smoke cigarettes.

Even though the vision that Marisol had shown me did not show her face I know that she didn't regularly practice dark magic. I am confident in that. So what in the world made her so different than the other witches?

I should have asked Archer more questions about witches. Ever since losing his mate he has thrown himself into any and every book that he could possibly find in order to feel closer to her. Spell books, books on rituals, on all of the different herbs and their uses and the list goes on.

I make it to the border of my pack and I feel my heartbeat start to rise even faster.

She is close, I know she is.

My wolf isn't helping the anxiety that I am going through in this moment.

Attempting to dissuade me from the plan and to just lock her away in our pack until she loves us.

To immediately confess that we are willing to help with her problems with the coven.

To do what needs to be done to make her love us as soon as possible.

Soon all of those thoughts fade as I hear quiet footsteps and the occasional leaf crunch approach me from behind.

I throw all of my thoughts of not following the plan that I formed.

I am about to meet my mate, and I want to do this the right way.