Chapter 8 - Trisha part two
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However, at the start of the third year, a shifter woman had somehow managed to breach the Moon Goddess shield over the pack.
I was inside my bedroom, busy with school work when my notification went off. I opened a hearing link inside Richard's office, where I learned that she was determined to assume the role of Luna Lora.
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The moment she mentioned the Coven's name, with speed, I teleported to his office door. I was in the zone since I knew every passing second they were on that witchy subject could put our plan into jeopardy.
I also materialised one of my backup poetry in my hand, as I barge in like nobody's business. Running on the burst of unmatched enthusiasm that I summed before entering.
Only to stop dead three feet inside the office, where my expression shifted to confusion as I looked between the two adults. Despite the moment our eyes made contact, I experienced a sensation of tingling at the back of my head. I knew it was a sign of my code red alert.
Activating my role-play mode, I offered an apology, took a step forward, and placed the poem on his desk. Ignoring what he said, as I exited his office, determined to evade her secretive witchy senses.
I now had a deadline of less than twenty-four hours to change the mark they had on his ex-lover. This wasn't the right time to let my telepathy gift to explore his mind - which might be a nightmare or disgusting place to see.
Even though I know there might be more dark secrets hiding.
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With the support from Selene and Seraphina, it took only two months into the beginning of the third year where I made the choice to intensify the scenario.
I positioned the Moon Blossom flowers around the Coven's Pack territory, ensuring that each witch succumbed to the deep sleeping spell.
I made certain that her primary mission had shifted to the pursuit of falling in love once more with Richard.
I heightened his attraction to her while enhancing her true beauty, uncovering her striking resemblance to Lora. After her makeover, I finally understood his infatuation with Justin's mother.
Selene advised me to stay resilient, for an unforeseen event that would reshape my life a month after I turn sixteen.
The rest of that year and the following two were spent in peace. Providing us the time to breathe, and for me to make preparations for the day I would meet Ruth and our mates.
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Present day.
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It's incredible! I've just shared a new poem, and in no time, my followers on the alternate link will be able to read it. In recent weeks, she has occupied my dreams, leaving me to question the purpose behind the upcoming events when we finally meet each other.
Justin has spent the past week staying with his mate in a hotel, while his mother occupies a separate room.
While it was crucial for Seraphina and me to stay in contact with Richard and Belinda.
I saw it was 4am, on 14 November and knew today was Ruth's birthday.
And yes, during those few weeks, I gathered information about her. I learned about her friends and the school clique she associated with.
Overwhelmed, I burst into tears, releasing all the pent-up emotions with each job. As I reflected on the journey to reach this pivotal moment in my life.
From the first day of conversing with the Moon Goddess, I had embraced the responsibility of having a connection to someone of royal blood.
I released a heavy sigh, I cleared away the tears with the back of my hand, standing three feet from my bedroom door.
Knowing that I had already arranged my things, along with those of Justin and Luna Lora.
Hearing my alarm going off for 4:30am, I walked out of my room, down the passageway, down the steps.
Passing that clueless shifter, headed straight to his office.
I released my pent-up fury, as I opened his office door, standing over the threshold as I expressed my frustration. Timing the verbal abuse for fifteen seconds before teleporting to my hotel room.
Unfortunately, that is not where I found myself.
I stood with an unfamiliar man and woman on the other side of a campfire, both wearing expressions of surprise.
My own jaw dropped open when I heard the woman saying this: “Trisha, how in hell did you get here?”
With only one question in my mind was: Did my power just delivered me to my biological parents?
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