Accepting Fate (Moonlight Trials Series #3)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Freybelle’s POV

It was midnight and the ice had melted under the moonlight for the last 3 hours. I could sense the magic emanating from it and smiled as I lifted the bowl. Nathan had seemed on edge all night, his emotions swirling in an array of panic, contemplation and curiosity. I hadn’t told him what the healing spell entailed but he hadn’t asked either.

“Am I ok doing it in the living area?” I asked, catching him off guard. I felt his senses sharpen and if he had been in wolf form I could guarantee his hackles would be raised.

“Erm… ok.” He answered. I saw him busing himself with cleaning despite the cabin already being spotless and resisted the urge to chuckle. He may seem a little sharp and rough but, on the inside, there was a pure heart. I grabbed the bowl and placed it on the coffee table then proceeded to shed my clothes. “What are you doing?” He asked, his eyebrows shooting up and his eyes widening.

“I need to be naked for the magic to work on all of my scars.” I didn’t think his eyes could get any wider, but I was wrong. Supressing a giggle again I stripped and sat cross legged in front of the coffee table.

Nathan’s POV

I didn’t know where to look. Freybelle had a glorious body if you looked past the scars, which I did. She was petite but had curves where it mattered to me. Her hips, her thighs and her breasts. I didn’t know what she wanted me to do, if anything, so I walked to the bed and sat on it. I had a perfect view of her but wasn’t near enough to bother her. I saw her close her eyes and steady her breathing before she gently picked up the bowl of water.

“Goddess, hear me.” She said, quietly. “My scars are healed; my pain is gone. My skin is healthy as am I.” She repeated this mantra over and over again with her eyes closed. I wasn’t sure if anything was happening until I saw a pure white light begin to shimmer on her body. If I hadn’t been concentrating, I wouldn’t have seen it. The light seemed to shimmer in the darkness. It moved gently over her scars and whilst I couldn’t see anything I did notice her scars glowing. Then she did something I hadn’t predicted, she raised the bowl to her lips and drank it. The light got a little brighter and seemed to seep into the scars. They didn’t fully disappear but I noticed them looking healthier than before and they had a slight pink tinge to them. I must have gasped because Freybelle turned to me with a slight smile. It wasn’t happiness and there was a shyness to it.

“Woah.” I breathed out, not sure what else to say. I had only ever seen magic used to harm in all of my years so this was a pleasant surprise.

“I would have been able to do better if I had candles, herbs and oils as well as my athame but alas this will have to do for now.” She sighed and I felt a sadness within her tone. I don’t know what came over me, but I moved to join her on the floor and placed a hand over hers, which was now placed on her knee. The mate sparks shot through me once again, stronger than before and I frowned.

“I’m sorry.” I said, knowing that I was sorry for so much over the last 24 hours. I had jumped to conclusions about her as well as being jittery and grouchy.

“Its not your fault.” She answered and I wasn’t sure what she meant. “You have every right to feel the way you do, but I wanted to show you that magic is pure and good. It shouldn’t be used for dark purposes.” She sighed and I remembered what she had said about feeling emotions, she had known all along what I was feeling but still wanted to change my mind.

“Maybe not, but if people judged me the same way after seeing other werewolves who weren’t good. I wouldn’t still be sat here, trying to prove that I was good.” She looked up at me and I saw an entirely different person in those eyes. Not the annoying little girl I thought she was, but a fierceness was within them.

“Maybe not, but the goddess brought me to you for a reason. I think my purpose is to help you stop my family and help your luna…” I nodded, not really knowing what to say to her. “Nathan, I want you to understand something. Magic isn’t some gift that comes easy to witches. We have to work at it every day. Theres also a rule we live by… well I live by it. The rule of three. Everything we do comes back to us, threefold. I want you to know that despite the fact you haven’t found my coven yet and they haven’t received any punishment, they will be feeling something. I don’t know what, but it will take its toll on them one way or another.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“Well…” She sighed heavily and she began chewing her cheek whilst she thought. “The goddess teaches us that what we do is returned to us. So, if I do good, then I will have good things happen to me however if I do evil, then bad things will happen.” I went to interrupt her, but she placed a finger over my lips, and I froze. “I know, bad things happen to good people. That’s been proven to me, but that’s something else that I will explain. However, it is understood that if I did something accidentally wrong that might reflect on me by an accident happening to me but nothing major. For example, if I accidentally destroyed a bids nest whilst chopping down a tree for firewood then I might have a night where I cannot sleep.” I frowned, her finger still on my lip, the warmth spreading through me.

“Ok.” I mumbled into her finger, and she smiled before removing it. “So, if I kill someone in battle for a good cause then what would be my return.” She frowned.

“The memory of killing someone would be your penance. You would have done it for good reason, but that memory would always haunt you.” I nodded, still slightly confused by it but it kind of making sense.

“So, my mother, having killed Geroge for evil gains will not be thinking of his death so she will receive something else as her punishment. I don’t know what, but I imagine it will have something to do with her demise eventually.” She scowled and I knew a fire had ignited within her.

“I agree, Her repayment will be our pack tearing her to shreds…” I stopped, remembering it was her mother. “Sorry…” I said and she looked at me, her eyes not giving away what was running through her mind.

“No, I agree… But…” I paused, hoping she wouldn’t stop the inevitable. My ack would group her in with them if she interfered. “I want to be the one to stop my mother…” She whispered and I could hear the venom in her voice. “For Geroge.” She looked back at me, and I could see the resolve in her eyes. There didn’t seem to be any tricks. I nodded and she nodded back. “Thank you for giving me a chance Nathan. I want you to see the beauty in magic, your pack too.” She went to get up, but I grabbed her arm before she could. Then I became aware that she was naked again and I felt my entire body heat up with desire.

“I want you to come back to the pack with me.” I said as she sat back down, not removing her arm from my grip. I loosened my hand but only moved my hand down to hers. “I would like you to show them too and explain everything. If you would be willing.” Then she giggled and broke the desire I was currently feeling. How could she laugh.

“Of course I will. The goddess wills it Nathan…” She smiled as I let go of her, my annoyance at her ability to smile even though she had been through hell. She should be angry, seeking vengeance but she wasn’t, she was happy. She stood up and headed to the bathroom with her clothes in her hand. “I am going to need more clothes if were going to travel more.” She said as she headed to the bathroom. “Oh, and Nathan. I am sorry I annoy you so much.” Then she slammed the door, and I sighed before deciding to sleep on the sofa tonight instead of in wolf form. I lit the fire and called goodnight to Freybelle before turning into the sofa, my giant frame, way too big for it, but I wouldn’t put myself on her. The feelings I felt when I touched her were getting stronger but her positive outlook was infuriating.

Freybelle’s POV

Why did I annoy him so much? He was so strange, jumping from curiosity then to desire then to annoyance before back to nothingness. It was like playing with a yoyo that didn’t quite bounce back properly.

“ARGH!” I groaned, loudly, knowing he would her it before placing my top on and my underwear. The scars on my arm were practically non-existent now but I knew the ones on my back would be harder to remove. I really needed more materials. I sat on the lid of the toilet and leant back against the cool wall. Nathans emotions were so close to the surface that it didn’t take any concentration at all to feel them and it was infuriating. When I had tried to silence his questions, I could feel his desire as my finger touched his lips and I felt desire myself too. I had to get up fast after our conversation before I did something stupid like kiss him. I closed my eyes, wondering how his newly grown stubble would feel against my face. Even when Geroge had kissed me there had never been a feeling of desire within me. I was curious and wanted to see how it felt but tonight I had actively wanted to kiss Nathan. So, when he had grabbed me and I had felt fire on my arm, I was ready to throw myself onto him. That was until that annoyance flared up again.

“Good night.” I heard Nathan shout before feeling a wave of anger then stillness. I sighed, heading to bed. I laid down in it and smiled at the huge hulk of a man trying to make himself small on the sofa. It was hilarious.

“Good night, Nathan.” I whispered before turning to face the wall and falling into another night of restless sleep.