Chapter 122
And I’m always involved.
“Let’s take this to the Sacred Altar.”
The Sacred Altar?
Mother takes my hand in hers. Warm and comforting, I felt myself relaxing. The cloud of distress over my head slightly clearing away from her touch. She squeezed my hand, shooting me a small smile as we walked out. Weston stood by the wall when we walked by him his cautious eyes lingering on me before they raised to look at my father.
He bowed, staring at his shoes before casting me one last glance.
I hope you
sacrificed‘
he mouthed before flinching when his father hit him in the back of his head. Weston grumbled, rubbing the spot he was hit at and kicked at the floor moodily. Beta Creed shoots him a warning look before looking at me with a smile. A smile I’ve seen far too many times when he tries to hide something.
I manage to give him one back but it doesn’t last long.
The car ride to the secluded underground shrine was quiet. Eerie, even, with the witches staring at me. Those piercing gazes prickled my skin in discomfort. My instincts telling me to hold my ground and refuse to yield under their scrutinizing eyes. My father and mother who sat beside me, glance over to each other a few times before lacing their fingers together. A gesture of comfort for their wolves.
“It’ll be fine, My little Rose. Our son will be fine.”
He lays a kiss to her temple, tightening his hold around her hand. Mother says nothing to that and I don’t question why. Her face says it all.
Even to me, it sounded like a lie.
A lie my parents were in desperate need of, but wasn’t foolish enough to believe.
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“Young Alpha, I need you to stay very calm.”
Ivory had both her hands on my shoulders. She bent down to eye level, her frown pressing
into a thin line.
The Head Witch will be reading your fate. No matter what, don’t lose yourself. No matter
what you see or hear, don’t give in. Remember that.”
My brows knit together in confusion. ‘Don’t give in‘? Don’t give in to what? Against my Detter judgment, I chose not to ask.
Father and mother stood near the border of the pool. The pool was large. Crystals hanging
from the c and walls of the inner underground cave. I wondered why I haven’t heard
of this shri ore. This ‘Sacred Altar‘. I doubt anyone really knew about it. If they did,
my teachers would’ve spoken about it. All the Moon Goddess‘ shrines were talked about.
The Sacred Fool being one of them. My curiosity was piqued at this Sacred Altar. Neither
feeling any bit closer to the Goddess as one would usually feel when entering her shrine.
Perhaps this was the Witches shrine.
Just like wolves, witches had shrines of their own. For their exclusive use.
Ivory had instructed me to go to the center of the pool where a gray marble slab was
located. Steps surrounding it like stage. They said to stay there. That I should stand there
and wait for further instructions.
So I did.
I walked over to the border of the pool, letting my feet dip into the cold water. I walked further and further into it, glancing back ever few moments to my parents. Every step I went, the deeper it got, the more I felt. It wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, it felt so much
more. Like I was being pulled into it with a voiceless call. The water, the energy
surrounding the Altar, whether it came from the crystals glimmering under the dim light,
were all too welcoming. Not even the damp feeling of my clothes could destroy that. The
soothing stroke of comfort on every inch of my skin the water touched.
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Soaking in the cool liquid that reached up to my waist, I watched Arabeth pull her robe off. Wearing a black long sleeved, ankle length dress, Arabeth was older than I pictured. Gray hair tightly pinned up in a bun, violet eyes framed on an almond–shaped face, wrinkles down her skin, tall but hunched over and skin, chocolate brown. I had guessed she was in
her late sixties.
She walked into the pool approaching me. Her dress soaked up the water as she moved
carefully toward my direction. I couldn’t help but watch the movement of the fabric. A
curtain of darkness following her steps. It was entrancing but at the same time,
verwhelming. Like a cloud of evil was following her figure.
When we were right in front of each other, she lifted her hand close to her face and pierced
into her palm with her sharp nails. Blood spilled from the open wound, dripping down her Farins to the very point of her elbow. My eyes widened when her blood inked into the water,
a swirl of black beginning to surround us. Although my mother was shaking in her spot, my
father in turn wrapped his arms around her for comfort.
I didn’t feel
tened.
I felt at peac
“Close your eyes, Young Alpha.”
Violet eyes cut into me. Warily, I look to my father who gives me a curt nod. That was all it
took for me to listen. My eyelids fluttered shut, a sudden pressure building into my chest. It
was getting harder to breathe. Like a a ton was weighing down on my ribcage. A vivid
image of a silhouette dancing in my mind momentarily appears before disappearing. I
couldnt see the face but I could make out the white dress she wore on her form.
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