Page 31 of Nita's Redemption

A tear landed next to where Bakra floated, then another. Sobs wracked Lorna’s frame. “I didn’t know. Goddess, I didn’t know. None of us did. I always felt like a part of me was missing. Most of us did. We’d marked it down to not having the Goddess here to show us the way, or at least, the ones I spoke with. Once I heard you talk to me, something clicked, and I felt totally complete. I hate saying that. I feel like I’m betraying my mate.”

The presence of an alpha became strong, alerting her to the male’s arrival.

“Lorna, you could never betray me by loving your wolf and the completeness she’s made you feel. Blitzen is an asshole, but he’s mine. I understand what you’re feeling. Hell, I too felt as if something was missing until Blitzen’s presence was there. I didn’t realize my wolf was being a dick to you. Trust me, I will make damn sure he doesn’t do it again. Lexa can hear the sincerity in my voice as well. They may have just been unlocked, but I’m alpha, not Blitzen. I shift when I want and become the wolf. I allow him to be a part of me. He will only be allowed out when I’m in my fur if he can’t respect my females,” he growled.

“I don’t want you to hurt Blitzen, Brock. I wish we all could find a way to just get along without a swinging dick contest.” She sniffed.

Brock pulled her into his arms, chuckling. “My love, if you had a dick to swing we’d be having a completely different discussion. Want to go on a run and let our wolves have our skin for a bit?”

Bakra knew she should give them some privacy, knowing they would probably get their freaky wolf loving on. However, that sense that had brought her out to investigate kept her next to the duo. I’ll close my eyes if they do the bowchicawowow.

Brock lifted his head then knelt down sweeping his hand across the grass. Bakra did her best to stay in the form of mist as his huge human male fingers swept particles of her away then back again. Dear Goddess, why were all alpha males so damn paranoid?

“Let’s head home, mate. I feel the need to claim you once again.”

His words had his female getting excited. Eww. Bakra didn’t need to know that the elders did all that mushy stuff the younger wolves did. Of course, Brock and Lorna didn’t appear old in the same way as humans did, although she was sure they were both well into their fifties or sixties.

“Race you home,” Lorna murmured, smiling mischievously as she bit his bare chest and then shifted into a much smaller wolf than her mate’s.

Her antics elicited a chuckle from the large alpha. Bakra often wondered what it would be like to feel safe enough to act as if you hadn’t a care in the world like Lorna did when her male was at her back.

Brock stayed still a second or two before he too changed into his wolf. A growl permeated the air as he shifted. Oh, he was good, but she was better at staying quiet and still allowing her molecules to become one with the air. The wolf gave a huff then he was rushing after the disappearing figure of its female.

She stayed where she was for another few minutes, allowing the creatures around her to rouse, the birds chirped, frogs croaked, little critters skittered about since the real predators had left them. Poor little things had no clue a demon female floated amongst them.

While she was air, she allowed the wind to blow her toward the large creek bed that separated them from the forest on the other side. An ominous stench wafted toward her, like a warning for all to turn around and return to where one came without looking back. Pfft, she’d come from Hell a time or ten dozen and lived. A little stinkery from Goddess knew what wouldn’t scare whittle ole her. Besides she knew whatever it was that created the need to run wasn’t natural, which meant she needed to investigate. Her people were on the other side not even a human football field away.

Through the dark she saw a group of women in a circle, their heads bowed around what appeared to be a fire or some shit. Bakra hoped she hadn’t stumbled or rather wafted across some stupid witchcraft ritual where human females danced naked and then did weird human stuff. Upon closer inspection, she recognized an altar with what appeared to be a deceased male in a nasty state of decomposition. Fuck, she sure as shit hoped they had a license to do morgue stuff.

‘They do not have any such thing, B.’

Bakra rolled her eyes at the mental intrusion she’d known was coming sooner or later. Later was her preference, but did she get what she wanted, ever? The answer was no, damnit.

‘Stop being a dramademoness. It doesn’t suit you. Okay, it kinda does, but you’re not in your skin, so it isn’t the same.’ Tamara huffed.

‘Do I need to ask why you’re here, in my ear?’ Bakra floated closer, making sure she didn’t disturb whatever they’d used to create a circle around the females swaying back and forth like they were zombies. Shoot, Bakra almost went back to ensure they were in fact not zombie bitches. She’d seen a few of them in her time, and they were gross, smelly, and meaner than rattlesnake demons on a good day. They could also sense her if they were like, dead.

‘Ssh, concentrate on the hussy by the dead dude and the other two heifers. They’re the ringleaders. I take that back. The tall female who’s too beautiful for such evil is the one who is in control. The other two are her minions but don’t discount their ability to do some damage. They may be human, but they’ve dabbled in dark magic. My mama came to me and said I needed to be here, so here I am. You’re welcome.’ Tamara flashed an image of herself bowing into Bakra’s mind.

‘Did not say thank you, hoe. Tell your mama I said thank you, though.’ Bakra liked to rile Tamara up. She was good people. Her entire family was good people. Oh, her brothers were sexy people.

‘Stop thinking sexy thoughts about my brothers. Did you females bang my brothers? Don’t answer that... I just threw up in my mouth.’ Tamara flashed images of herself hugging a golden toilet.

“Chloe, we need to get rid of him sooner than later. I want the two of you to take him down from there, and I’ll do the rest. The women are stirring. We can’t leave them in that state for much longer, or we risk causing damage to their minds.”

“Yes, Antoinette. He’s a lot heavier than he had been.” Chloe and Cheryl worked to remove the dead man.

Bakra wished she could plug her nose. For fuckssake, the male truly stank to high sky and beyond. Whatever he’d done prior to being caught by the Voodoo females obviously didn’t include bathing. It was as if he was already rotting. She froze, her mind moving toward the bulk they were carting away from the circle. A twitch of his hand assured her that he was in fact, not dead. Or rather, he’d been dead but whatever they did was giving him life, until they’d taken him and proceeded to kill him for good. She would’ve laughed if she wasn’t worried they’d sense her presence. Sheot, the zombie male was about to cause all kinds of mayhem on these bitches.

‘We’re on it. No worries.’ Tamara’s soft voice whispered through her mind while a mist rose from the ground, hiding the three beings from sight.

An almost inaudible scream was shut off before it could form, but Bakra had heard. She stared at the female they’d called Antoinette, waiting for her to notice something was amiss. She was busy wiping down the altar. The black surface gleamed from her wax on wax off routine.

The action of her wiping was mesmerizing... almost enthralling. She wanted to fall into that dark abyss and sleep. Bakra snapped out of whatever the fuck the female was trying to do to her, realizing she was not only a Voodoo priestess who worked in dark magic, but she was an accomplished hypnotic, which was like a hypnotist on steroids.

Bakra pulled at Tamara and her men through their link, her ethereal force greater than theirs, making the action like a whiplash as she sent them all soaring back to Olympus. The human might dabble in dark magic, but she’d never been in the darkness like Bakra and her sisterkin.

‘What the fuck just happened back there? You’re lucky we’d already dispatched that ghoul,’ Rafe growled, shooting an image of himself with his hands popped onto his hips and a frown that usually didn’t bode well for anyone.

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