A Witch’s Promise

Chapter 1

Leaves swirl on the ground as the crisp autumn air angrily whips around the forest. Tree branches are briskly hitting Angela in the face and leaving scratches down her arms as she runs at full speed. It’s nearly midnight and Angela is not sure how much longer she can go. She has been running for hours and avoided using magic to remain undetected. After narrowly escaping the destruction of her coven, Angela has one mission from her coven leader and that is to deliver this package to the Blood Howler Pack. Loyal to the end, this is the last thing she will do before going into hiding.

At the thought of the package, Angela cradles her hands around the shawl and pumps her last bit of energy into making it to their border. She looks down and catches glimpses of those big brown eyes staring back at her oblivious to the danger around her.

Elated, Angela starts to feel the pull of the Blood Howler pack force field attempting to push her out of the territory. With a wave of her hand, bright purple light shoots from her hand and breaks the force field allowing her through. “Less than a minute now” she thought slowing to a complete stop. As soon as the thought left her head, a group of six very muscular wolves pounded in her direction at lightening speed ready to attack.

As per usual the warriors of the Blood Howler pack stand guard at the pack’s boarders prepared for anything. Well, almost anything. Nothing could have prepared them for this. Nothing.

Invading all their minds at once she spoke, “I mean you no harm.”

“What are you doing here witch?” An angry voice came back from one of the wolves.

“As I said, I mean you no harm. I need to speak with your Alpha at once. This is a matter of great importance!”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t rip your throat out just for trespassing on pack lands.” The voice shot back.

Becoming irritated, Angela’s eyes began to glow and flickers of flames danced on her fingers. Taking deep breathes, she willed her anger down in an attempt to tame her magic.

“For starters,” she mocked. “ I am over 200 years old. I have more power in my pinky finger than you have in that bite of yours wolf. I came here and am asking you to take me to your alpha out of respect for my coven leader. I have no loyalty to you or anyone in this pack and would sooner break your soul tie to your wolf and leave you aimless for the rest of your days. Alas, I am trying to have restriant.”

At that moment, a large charcoal grey wolf with piercing yellow eyes came bounding through the trees before stopping directly in front of Angela and shifting back to his human form.

“What can I do for you Angela?” the male voice asked.

“Zeke. Umm..Alpha Zeke.” She hesitated. “The Whispering Wind coven is gone. I do not want to be the one to tell you this, given your histories together, but Ophelia is dead. Gone with the coven. Her last request during the attack was for me to deliver this package to you.”

Angela slowly began to unravel her shawl to reveal the tiny baby girl who had falled asleep during all the chaos.

She spoke again, “She said you would protect her. That you would allow her daughter to stay in this pack.”

“And why would our Alpha let some b***h’s witch baby live on our territory?” The same arrogant wolf from before growled out.

Growing angry again, she spoke, “Because that b***h was your Alpha’s mate!” When she accepted his rejection so he could take a chosen mate his father approved of, he promised to still look out for her!”

Looking back at Zeke she screamed, “She never asked you for anything! Not once! When she was given a second chance mate, the entire coven rejoiced! But now it is time you make good on that promise Zeke. Ophelia is dead and this is the only thing of her that remains! If you ever truly cared for her, you will take her baby and protect her. She is going to need all the help she can get.”

With tears welling in his eyes, Zeke looked at Angela. For the first time since being around these wretched wolves, she could finally see a semblance of emotion on his face.

“Okay.” he stated. “We will take her”. But I can’t have her being witchy in front of the other pack members you understand?”

With a sigh of relief Angela answered, “Of that we both agree. Witches’ powers do not begin materialize until age 18. I have already completely bound her powers and neither half of her bloodline will be present. It will be as if she is completely human. Her powers are bound to my life. The child will be unable to transform as long as I am on this earth. At 18, send her into the human world and let all trace of her disappear as if she were never here.”

Confused Zeke asked, “What do you mean both halves?”

“That is none of your concern. The less you know, the better.”

“Well does she have a name?”

“Yes. Naomi Kincaid”.