The Witch’s Regrets

Can Nat be fixed?

Svetlana pov

This was not good. Not good at all. She didn’t care who was mated to her daughter but Cavan had a bad reputation. He was known to be cruel to anyone outside of his own coven. The McGregor coven also didn’t accept anyone that wasn’t born into magic family. Some one like her wouldn’t have been allowed to attend their academy.

“You have to be kidding me? You bastard daughter is my wick?” Cavan McGregor stated incredulously. Svetlana felt Luka’s power like a thunderclap fill this tiny room.

“Luka!” She gave him a look then turned to the only man who can help her daughter.

“Can you help her?” She asked and Luka’s magic dissipated. Cavan went to Natasha and she ran to the other side of her daughter grabbing her hand. Unknowing she pushed out some of her healing energy into her daughter.

“That wont help her, but it’s impressive in some one so young,” Cavan stated. Honestly she didn’t know if that was a compliment or not. It was impossible to tell with a man so arrogant. Cavan put his hands into Natasha’s hair and you could feel his ancient magic flow into her. Natasha had never felt anything like it before. Soon the flow of magic faded though Cavan didn’t pull away from Natasha.

“Can you help her?” Lili asked her walking into the room. Cavan looked up and at the room for a long minute,

“I don’t know, I’ve never seen anything like this. What happened to her?” Cavan asked the room. Luka was silent and Svetlana had no clue.

“Honestly I think he altered all of his memories of her since the academy,” Lili said shocking her. Lili is the only one who interacted with her daughter since she returned from Alexei taking her.

“Liliana are you sure?” Svetlana asked Lili. Lili didn’t respond to her question as she knew it would be impossible to know something like that.

“Who?” Cavan barked out. Luka laughed,

“Her wick, Alexei Patrovi.” This time Svetlana could feel the magic in the room rise and Luka was just as angry.

“I thought you be happy McGregor. My bastard daughter wouldn’t be your wick.”

“This has never happened before, his can’t be a real wick bond,” Cavan muttered.

“Oh I wish it wasn’t, but it is. I felt it myself,” Luka muttered. Svetlana ignored the two arguing and focused on Lili.

“Why do you think that?” Svetlana was referring to Lili’s comment about Nat’s manipulated memories. Lili’s simply shrugged,

“Honestly it’s my best guess from what Nat told me.”

“What did she tell you?” Luka asked her and Lili let out a sigh.

“Alexei started bullying her mercilessly the second she stepped into the academy.” Svetlana’s heart broke hearing the news and Luka responded with a spike in his magic.

“How long ago was this?” Cavan asked.

“Ten years maybe,” Lili said with a shrug not being sure.

“Thirteen years,” Svetlana answered assured. “She just turned twenty-five.” Svetlana felt her phone buzz in her pocket and she ignored it as she had been for the last several days. She focused on the concerned look on Cavan’s worried look.

“Thirteen years, that’s a lot of memories to fix, or re-fix.”

“Well it’s not a total number, she left the academy at seventeen and only saw Alexei again recently,” she clarified.

“Nat didn’t tell me much, just that she was bullied quite mercilessly at the academy.” The magic started to swirl from both the men in the room as Lili began to speak. “She was bullied in the pack too, so was I,” Lili let out a humorless chuckle, “Nat always told me it was a cake walk to what she had experienced. I never believed her until…” Lili trailed off and Svetlana couldn’t help but tear up remembering her babies scars.

“Until what?” Cavan demanded and magic swirled around him.

“The scars. So can you help my friend?” Lili asked. Cavan looked down at Natasha and then at the room,

“I don’t know, I have to confer with my coven.” With that he teleported out of the room. Luka quickly walked up to Lili,

“Where’s Callum?”

“With Killian and the rest of the kids why?” Lili asked confused and so was Svetlana.

“He needs to leave the pack while Cavan is here Liliana.” Spoke in a tone that was not to be argued with.

“What? Why?” Lili asked.

“Do you trust me?” Luka asked with a solemn expression and Lili hesitated briefly but then nodded her head.

“Good, I will move my future king and one other person to a safe location until Cavan is no longer here.” Lili quickly left the room and Svetlana went to her daughters side making sure she stayed asleep. Svetlana knew why Luka wanted Callum to be moved, but she thought it was best not to worry Lili. There was too much going on.

Her phone rang again and she pulled it out, she saw it was Axel and hit ignore. She didn’t have time for his bull crap. Then she straight up turned her phone off.

Cavan pov

Cavan quickly teleported back to his home in Ireland to see his mother. She was close to two thousand years in age and looked to be around fifty years old.

“Mother, I need your help,” Cavan approached his mother who was sitting by the fireplace knitting.

“You met your wick,” his mother responded not even glancing up at him.

“Yes mother and she’s in danger from a spell,” he responded.

“No, she’s in danger because you don’t want to accept her do you?” His mother questioned even though it was more of a statement.

“No, I don’t.”

“Why?”

“She’s a Volkov.” He spit out.

“We both know that’s not why buachaill leanbh.” His mother softly rebuked him.

“Mom can you please help me?” Cavan redirected his mother away from the topic of wicks. His mother gave him a nod,

“Anything for your wick.” Cavan couldn’t help but groan like a teenager and his mother smiled. “What’s the problem?”

“She had some one do a long term memory spell, they had gone back over ten years.” His mother’s eyebrows wrinkled and Cavan knew she was trying to remember a instance similar to this one in her very long life.

“I remember something similar, but nothing that extensive,” his mother finally told him.

“What happened?”

“Your father had to use one of the stones to boost his magic the damage was so awful,” his mother told him.

“The stones still in the vault?” His mother nodded and Cavan teleported to the entrance of the vault that was located in the caves. The vault was equipped with a biometrics lock that could only be opened with a McGregor’s magic signature. In other words only a descendant of the McGregor clan is getting into the vault. The McGregor clan is doing amazing thing mixing magic and science. Cavan let some of his magic essence into the lock and the vault door, which looked like a bank door sprang free.

The vault was filled with precious magical items, curse items that was too dangerous to be out in the world. Cavan’s search took awhile, but eventually Cavan found what he was looking for. He quickly left the vault and shut it up tight. He returned to say goodbye to his mother.

“Goodbye son, and remember, accept the bond or it will be the end of you.” Cavan ignored his mother and teleported back.

When Cavan returned to the werewolf pack house something was wrong. The energy was different and it bothered him. Cavan scanned the room immediately guessing that one of the witch’s had left, but everyone was still there. This place was a puzzle and he needed to figure out what it was.

“Did you get the answer you needed?” Volkov asked him effectively diverting his attention.

“Maybe,” he replied and then went to Natasha. She was beautiful he realized as he squatted down next to her. She had a porcelain complexion and strawberry blonde hair. Cavan placed the stone on top of her forehead and then his hands on the each side of her forehead.

“I need each of you to hold one of her hands.” Cavan told them and immediately Volkov and Svetlana ran to Natasha’s side taking either hand. “Now let your energy flow into you, this may take awhile. To be blunt I have no idea if this will work.”

Cavan felt himself go back into her head and it was worse than he remembered. The stone helped to amplify everything around him. Cavan felt the bond between him and Natasha, he ignored it for now. He needed to focus on recovering her memories. The bond wouldn’t matter if she couldn’t wake up. Cavan started chanting lowly as he saw the distorted memories. They were like broken lines on the brain. Cavan had to go in and fix the lines, they were everywhere. He didn’t know if he could fix them all.