Page 20 of Savior Mate

“Are you sure you’re ready?” They quizzed.

“Yes, I am.”

“Good.” They commended.

I raised my hands as I stood in front of my mate. I shut my eyes and slowly exhaled a deep, long-lasting breath, letting myself feel the magic that sang in the air. Most supernatural factions perceived dark magic to be overwhelming, and yes, it was, but I had to learn discipline because it could also take our lives as well. I was powerful enough now the sisters had unlinked me from the spell that brought about my episodes, and I’d push through the spell with ease. Looking up at Denzel, I finally met his gaze. I tugged at the walls he put up between us. I wanted him to know that I loved him as much as he loved me and would do the same for him. Soon it would be over and there was no reassurance for either of our survival, but the least I could do was try.

I felt the dark magic in the air so alluring and inviting, and I tapped into its energy, letting myself feel all of it. I started by saying the spells, pushing through each word with a mighty declaration. The flames surrounding Denzel grew longer, and I continued to chant. The trio of witches surrounded Denzel with a smirk on their lips. My eyes shot open, and they turned black as dark veins moved up to my arms. I struggled with the spell as I felt immense pain, an aching Denzel sensed as well.

“What are you doing to him?” Denzel tried to intervene, but he couldn’t pass through the circle.

“Stay in the circle, wolf.” Sienna commanded, pulling her hand into a fist and forcing Denzel to his knees.

I paused and looked at the sisters with a smirk. They pulled out daggers and slashed their palms, letting their blood’s flow into the symbol. I smiled as I continued the spell, watching as Denzel clutched his chest and struggled to breathe. The trio took their opportunity and drained his lungs of air, and he slumped to the floor, losing the light in his eyes. Tears gathered in my eyes, but I couldn’t let them fall, I couldn’t show weakness—I pushed through the spell with a sudden pang of torture coursing through every fiber of my veins. The pain was unbearable through the mate bond, but the protection spell I put on Denzel would keep him from crossing over to the other side, long enough for him to come back with resuscitation.

“I can feel it. Our powers—they’re growing.” They said, completely overwhelmed by the magic I sensed in the air as well.

“We have all the magic we need now.”

“He’s very much more powerful than we expected.” Sigrid chuckled, impressed I had made it this far without passing out.

The flames suddenly extinguished and reignited, circling Denzel’s dead body. I started another spell, linking the sisters to each other. Yes, they could feel the power, but they hadn’t harnessed it at all. Since it was my bloodline, I had full access to the dark magic.

Blood dripped from Sienna’s nose and she wiped it off and asked, “What is he doing?” She clamored as blood continued to pool from her nose.

I sauntered closer to them, thrusting my hands into the air as the volume of my voice increased. Sienna and Sybil let out an ear-piercing scream and Sigrid tried to intervene; I waved my hand, sending Sybil and Sigrid across the factory. Still pinning Sienna on the floor, we both heard the powerful thud of the collision of her sisters. I saw the pleading look in her eyes, and I smirked as I made a scrunching twist with my fist and broke her neck.

“This wasn’t part of the plan.” Sigrid screamed, struggling to get back on her feet, overwhelmed by the pain of her sister’s unexpected death.

“I know. You should know that you’re the dumbest trio of witches I’ve ever encountered. The only reason I couldn't take you down was because of the spell you used against me and your threats to my sister. Now I have all the power I need, and I’ll make you pay.”

“Your sister’s life is on the line. What have you done to Sienna?” Sybil growled.

“No, no.” Sigrid shook her head.

“My sister is safe. I made sure of that when I touched her. She’ll be in the pack where you’ll never find her again.” A little translocation spell I had learned during my time with the coven witches in Night Shade.

“This wasn’t part of the plan.”

“It wasn’t. You took my sister away from me for half a year. Goddess knows what you did to her. She’s not speaking like she used to. The happiness in her is gone, and it’s all because of you.” I groaned and made a twisting motion, breaking Sybil's and Sigrid’s ankle.

“No, you can’t do this to us.” Sybil tried to retaliate, but I stopped her with a force field spell.

“See you on the other side.” I moved my arms in both directions and they flew toward the motions of my hands, stumbling and breaking their necks.

It took some seconds before my eye color changed back to their normal brown and the dark veins disappeared along with it. The darkness in the air still sang a foreboding song, and I knew exactly what to do. If I didn’t harness the magic, it would remain here, free and capable of doing things of its own. As witches loved to say, magic had a mind of its own. I shut my eyes, bracing myself for the unadulterated torture I would feel. “Ah.” I fell to my knees, body trembling as I took in all that power. Then suddenly the pain was gone.

It took sometime to understand what was happening around me, and I realized Denzel had been lying in the circle for a while now. I hurried toward him and knelt before him. I caressed his cheeks and smiled as tears pooled in my eyes. “Please come back to me,” I cried. “Please.” Was all I could muster. The ring on his arms glowed, and the light diminished afterwards. I waited…

13

Denzel

I promised to save him, but he saved me instead.

I groaned as I rested in the vehicle and watched as he walked over to the driver's side. He got into the car and smiled at me as he ignited the engine. “Marion…” I was saying, but he interrupted me.

“You need to get some rest. We'll be leaving for the pack as soon as possible.” He turned on the stereo as he pulled out of the premises. I had woken up to my mate drenched in his own tears, and the scared look on his face deepened the torture I felt in my soul. When those witches took me out, I appeared in a dark room which had a candle in its center as the only source of light. And the candle was burning. If I had to guess, it was the time the protection spell would last on me.

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