Magical Christmas

When Christmas comes

Devin POV

What have I just done? Am I going to be working in a human office every day until Christmas? Next to one of the most dangerous creatures alive? I had actually never come in contact with a witch before. Not many of us wolves have. They had their land and we had ours. A truce made a very long time ago. If we entered each others land without previous contact, this was a breach of contact and the breacher would face punishment from both sides. Most wolves were so afraid of this that even the rouges stayed off coven lands.

Similarly, the witches stayed away from us. So what is she doing here, on packlands. She had been panicking when the human had been in her office, with his hand on her knee. I took several deep calming breaths after remembering it. The merger-guy did not know how lucky he was to still be alive. It had taken every ounce of self control, which I had spent years perfecting, in order to not let Wisdom take over and bite him to shreds. I think the main reason I was able to keep control was that I said it would frighten Erin if he did that. However, if he had ignored my warning and kept touching her, I would have lost control of the situation. Now, when it was just the two of us in the room, she appeared calm and turned on. How could she be so sure the magic would prevent me from reporting her?

I knew it was still likely I would report her. It was strange I had not done so instantly. But I did not feel any magical blockers telling me I couldn't. I was risking putting my pack in danger by not reporting her. I could lose my position as beta or even be forced to turn rouge. Did she not know the rules? Or was she so powerful she did not care?

"I'm sorry about yesterday!" She said. "I hope it does not affect your review of my skills for the board."

She is actually pretending to care about the human board? While it is true that all magical creatures have some form of relationship with humans, we don't actually work for them.

"Is this how you normally dress for the office? What ideas were you hoping to send to your customers?"

She blushed but I also felt a little bit of anger. Why had she granted me the ability to feel her emotions? Were they her actual emotions or were they fake? Make me feel what she wants me to believe she is feeling in a way which mimics the mate-bond. I still feel guilty about criticising her wardrobe. It was admittedly risque, but I also knew it had not been in the morning when she left her house.

"I guess it is a little oldfashiond. I will make sure to wear a deeper neckline tomorrow. I would hate to have our customers think we were a boring magic shop."

"I was actually hoping for something a bit more professional."

" Oh, is this not very professional?" She asked while pulling her fingers along the neckline of the dress. I followed the movement like a hawk zeroing in on its prey. I wanted her to move her hand lower. "It is a good thing you are here then to help me out." She put her hand on my chest. "Should I put on a shirt like this one?"

"Mate her," Wisdom said. Her scent was filling the room and cutting off large amounts of my brainpower. Her hand felt like electricity, pulsing heat. She kept it still, which was fortunate. My pants were uncomfortably tight. I took a step back.

"What are you doing?" Wisdom howled. "She is ready. She feels our bond."

But the small distance helped me regain my composure. I took off my shirt and handed it to her. This left me feeling much calmer. Now all wolves would scent me on her and know to leave her alone. It also calmed Wisdom although he still felt I was making egregious choices regarding the witch.

I put on a new shirt and sat down in the chair furthest away from the couch to have an actual conversation.

"Do you know you are breaching our contract by being on Pack-lands?" I asked.

"What contract and what areas are considered packlands. This building is owned by Weston and Sons and my house is owned by me. I have met the family members of Weston and Sons and I assure you they are all human."

"I don't know what the name of the contract is. The contract between wolves and witches which ended the war between our species and has kept peace for ages now."

"Never heard of it. But I am not affiliated with any of the witches you are referring to. If, however, you would be so kind as to direct me to their whereabouts, maybe I can learn what is expected of me."

"What coven do you belong to?"

"Oh, I have tried joining a few. I stayed the longest with the Winter Divas but eventually they also were weirded out by me. You would think people who join covens would be okay with actual magic, but it really frightens them."

"Do the Winter Divas not practice magic?"

"No, they mostly do various rituals as a part of their worship of nature. I think you would like our summer dance best. That is when we dance naked together to bring about a big fall harvest. Well, it starts out as just dancing. But no, there is no actual magic involved. They are human, so they can only do really basic forms of magic and very rarely."

"OK, let me word my question better. Which real witches have you had contact with in your lifetime? Do you still have contact with any of them?"

"None, that I know of. I assume I must have met my mother when I was born, but I have no memory of that. I have not given up hope of finding someone though. I am really hoping they will help me control my magic."

"If what you are saying is true, then it makes absolutely no sense. Just like with wolves, witches seek out their blood and covens. They feel when someone of their blood is born. They are constantly searching the world for their members. How is it that they have not found you? My only guess is you must have some very powerful magic hiding you from them. But why? And how could someone think you were safer on Pack-lands? Our normal response upon finding a witch is to capture, interrogate and usually kill. How long have you lived here?"

"I moved to the city about 7 years ago. Before that, I lived in Greenwoods."

"That is also packlands. So you were defiantly placed on packlands on purpose. Did they put you here to protect you or to kill you?"

She shrugged.

"Are you going to capture me? If so, does it involve bondage? Because I might be into that?" She winked at me. "On a more serious note, I take it you want me to leave. Could you tell me where I am allowed to move?"

"Go! No!" Wisdom was panicking now. "Do not loose our mate. You can't protect her off Pack-lands. You don't know if she is in danger. Today she appeared unable to defend herself against a human."

"No, I won't let you leave until I know more. For now, consider yourself a person of interest in an ongoing case. I will know of your whereabouts every minute and if you try to escape, then I will bring you in for questioning. As a precautionary method, I also won't tell you where the boarders between the pack and coven lands are. I also must insist you tell me about the spell you cast yesterday."

"Will it make me less of a person of interest?"

"Most likely not, but it will, together with me confirming the facts you have told me now, help allow me to trust you in small amounts."

"OK, but promise not to judge me too harshly. There are just three weeks until Christmas and I was feeling lonely. I had just found out I was working on Christmas eve. Either way, I made a small wish which the magic unfortunately heard and is now deciding to torture me for. It went roughly like this: "I want someone to warm my bed around Christmas. It does not have to be the love of my life, just someone to have some fun with. I do realize now that the magic now makes any s****l interactions I have with anyone arguably date-rape, so I would ideally be able to isolate myself from all men. However, you noticed the abundance of young men here today, right? I am quite certain all of them will be single and all of them will hit on me. If I tried to lock myself in my house, the magic would make men able to reach me. Maybe this time they would take me to a secret military base with only men as they believed I had secret documents on my computer? Or suddenly my house would burn down and I would have lots of single men offer to help me rebuild it while I'm allowed to stay at their apartments. You have no idea how powerful the magic is. If I could stop it I would. I have searched for years to find a way to make the spells go away. I have only been successful when there was a time limit to the spell or something really made me want the spell to go away. Unfortunately, it is really hard to want to be alone all Christmas. So it is really lucky this spell has a timelimit."

Her answer seemed sincere, but there was no reason for the spell to attract a werewolf to her. Certainly not to mimic the mating bond.

"There was no reference to werewolves in the spell?" I asked.

"No, nothing werewolf in particular. I might have asked for a hot and steamy guy. I defiantly said something about bringing some magic into my datinglife. Oh, and that the person was to be kind and open to doing naughty things in bed. You know, just the normal stuff girls hope for."

I really wanted to know what the stuff she hoped for was, but in order to stay on my chair I did not ask that question.

"Is there any way to make the men stop lining up?"

"No. Just as there is no way for me to remain in charge of my wardrobe. I'm in fact really glad I have been allowed to keep this shirt on. I thought for sure it would have been soaked in coffee within moments of me putting it on. So that I had to spend the rest of the day in just my underwear." She paused for a moment. "Well to clarify. I believe there are 3 potential ways to make them stop coming to me. One is to find someone who knows magic and have them teach me how to stop it. Another is to find a way to make me want to be alone and the final option would be for me to actually pick a guy to spend Christmas with."