The Blood Witch

Chapter : 02

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My fingers dug into the leather chair as the private jet descended, unlike my anxiety. I hate planes! It also didn't help that Jax was sitting beside me belting out one of Beyonce's greatest hits while gyrating in his seat.

"Jax! Can you shut the f**k up, the screeching isn't necessary!" I yelled at him in frustrations.

He gasped in outrage but his eyes glinted with mischief. "Screeching? With this face and this voice, I could ruin Hollywood. I sound pretty."

"Pretty awful. You sound like a f*****g blender," I retorted, pulling out my phones then trying to detangle the earphones to drown out his hideous singing.

Jax pouted, "You wound me, buttercup."

"Are you done? The pilot threatened to crash land in the Atlantic if you don't shut the f**k up. His words not mines." Caleb said, coming to sit across from Jax and me on the small square table carrying a glass of champagne. "I want both of you on your best behavior out there. Remember you're representing the pack. That means no fighting and no s*x, I'd hate to get complaints from the other Alphas on a disturbance in the late hours of the night."

My eyes widened. He knew!  

"Yes, Lois I know. The entire pack knows. Do you think I like hearing my sister and my best friend go at it every night? You've traumatized half the packhouse, including me."

Jax grinned, "Mission accomplished." I jabbed him in his rib with my elbow and threw him a 'this is not the right time' look. He rolled his eyes. "Look, I'm all good. It's Miss Mouthy over here you should be worried about."

"Don't worry about me mouthing off to any Lycans, big bro. There are other ways to piss them off.  A wise one told me a quick kick in the family jewels always does the trick." I raised my glass and winked at him. He gave me an unimpressed look.

"Are we getting to meet the king this time? Last time the padres didn't even get to see the King. He was too busy with his w****s to bother coming to the meetings," Jax said drowning the rest of his glass and leaning forward for some more.

"I'm sure that's not true, Jax. The King is a busy man. He probably had important s**t to do. We did have a witch problem back then." Caleb said. "You shouldn't even be trusting castle gossip the only thing it's good for is  getting your ass decapitated for treason. It's not worth the trouble."

Jax raised his hands in surrender. "I'm just saying. You know, now that we're on the topic of w****s, you've been a buzzkill ever since Peyton."

"Jax," I warned.

 Caleb raised an eyebrow. "What's that suppose to mean?"

"I mean you've been kinda uptight. When is the last time you got out, man?"

Caleb rolled his eyes. "I am the alpha I have responsibilities and as the Beta, so do you, if you bothered to actually do them. I don't have time for games."

"You see that right there," Jax sprung up pointing an accusive finger at my brother. "The Caleb I knew always knew how to have fun. Peyton has you under some kind of spell. You grew a pussy."

Caleb glared at Jax. "I am still that Caleb."

"Nope. You've gone soft on me, amigo. But don't worry I have a plan to get you back to your old self before Peyton gets her claws wrapped around your ever-shrinking nutsack. We hit some casinos and a few strip clubs. We get you drunk and unpredictable and I get to live out my dream of getting blowjobs by capital girls."

"You're disgusting. It's a miracle you haven't caught anything yet," I said.

"You're just jealous you weren't invited," Jax said sticking his tongue out at me childishly.

I opened my mouth to retort something but Caleb cut me off. "I'm going to call the King's secretary and ask where we'll be staying. We're landing soon," Caleb said. He turned to us before he left his seat and shot us a stern look like he was addressing his disobedient dog. "Sit, stay."

 I flipped him the bird.

He left and Jax soon after stood up to leave. "Where are you going?" I asked.

"I'm gonna go flirt with the co-pilot and see if I can con him into a quickie before we land. Don't miss me too much, buttercup." 

"You wish," I said as he disappears behind the pilot's compartment.

I turned to the window. We were right over the Capital, tall buildings and busy streets of werewolves going about their usual day. I felt disappointed when I couldn't see the castle. I remember hearing about the magnificence of it all as well as the horrible things that go on behind those walls.

They say the King is ruthless and cold, that he tortures his citizens for sport, just too flaunt that he has the power to do it and nobody could stop him. That he cares for no one but himself and gaining as much power as possible. He has gained the fear of this whole country and wouldn't be shocked if the other Kings in the neighboring countries feared him too.

I've never really seen this presumed ruthless king, little have, but stories are told about him to scare kids to be good. All I know is that he gained power much younger than the other King's in his lineage. He was one of the mysteries of the Capital I couldn't wait to uncover.

I grabbed the grimoire that lay between my thighs. I ran my hand over the cover, insignificant swirls and curls of intricate designs covered the book. It was small, smaller than the usual witch's grimoire but it was just as important.

My dad gave me this grimoire the day my mother died, it was common knowledge that my mother was a witch and mated to one of the largest pack Alpha's in the country and that she had gotten a horrible disease nobody understood two days after my birth.

My dad was devasted, he couldn't even run his pack. That year Grandpa had assumed the temporary title of Alpha until my father got better. Eventually, Dad had bellied his sadness and took over but not how he used to. 

Sometimes I think it was my fault she died. That my birth cost her her life. Caleb assures me it's not my fault but I still have that guilt taped to the back of my mind anytime I touch her grimoire.

I pressed my hand on the cover of the book and whispered the spell to unlock it. The latch loosened and the book opened on its own accord. Grimoires were filled with the knowledge of your family's spells gained from experience over the generations. Mines was passed down from my many great-grandparents, who I've never met-- come to think of it. I've never met any of my family members from my mother's side. 

I remembered the day I found out I had magic I was so ecstatic but yet again, that was also the day I discovered that I would never be able to shift into my wolf form like the rest of my peers. That I didn't have a wolf, I was but a hybrid, not uncommon in this world since werewolves could be mated to witches but still seen as alien.

 I have the speed and strength of any she-wolf but my magic cancels out my wolf and disables my shifting. I had to live with that revelation all my life. While my friends learned to master transformation, I mastered my magic. But I learned to love my uniqueness and power and just live with it. The s*x is better too.

 The pilot's intercom hummed, "Please get to your seats and fasten your seatbelts, we'll be landing now."

Finally, I'm getting out this god-forsaken plane!