Chapter 12
The last two months have been hell. I burnt down a good portion of the woods and a shed. Father is now building a concrete building for magic training. He has asked that when it's done if the coven could put up barrier spells to contain and disperse the magic. The ceiling will be fairy glass. A term I made up when I first mastered the glass-like membrane stretches over an open surface. Fresh air can come in through the membrane but it keeps the wind and cold out. Since it's magic it won't break like glass would be hit with a loose fireball.
Tomorrow I leave for moons academy. Being chartered a private university the packs decided to name it moons academy as it does not sound like a university. Only those who know of the supernatural world know the school. More and more humans are starting to know about us and accept us but there are still the hunters and those with closed minds who will only see us as monsters. It will be years beyond my lifetime before humans accept the supernatural world. This morning I made the final decision on my major. I had been going back and forth between several things but stuck with veterinary medicine large breed and livestock heavy. With a minor in magical studies. I had first enrolled in intermediate magic as I was fairly advanced but that was before these new gifts awoke. So I opted for beginner-level magic. Most witches starting this year are in bargainer magic as they get their magic on the stroke of midnight on their 18th birthday. So they have not been practicing magic as long as I have. But unlike me, they have spent their lives around magic knowing about magic and getting those little family tricks on control and mastery for when they due turn 18.
Deciding to lug my bags down to the garage where my truck is parked when I’m not using it. The pack has an underground parking garage. Anytime we can build down we do. I have already said my goodbyes to Addie and the pack. Tonight we are having a family dinner something my fathers started after adopting us. Once a week we have dinner in the alpha suite. The rest of the time we have dinner as a pack. My fathers have made this pack a family in the almost six years they have been running it. Not only has the pack grown the members don’t look the same as they did when my father took the pack over. The she-wolves in the pack have grown stronger and happier. Some of them lost their wolves for good due to the alphas ordering them not to shift. they didn’t let that stop them from learning to fight. We have one of the best weapon-trained packs on this content. Wolves typically don’t use weapons as we are living weapons but when your wolf is taken you no longer have that part of you. So finding a new weapon to use helps you gain that little bit of power back.
Throwing my bags in the back seat I see an envelope on the front seat. Addie's swirly writing on the front. I'll save that for tomorrow night when I am away from my family alone for the first time in five years. Slowly I walk back to the alpha suite running my fingertips along the wall and rails along the way. Greeting my pack-mates along the walk. A sense of unease and ease both fall over me. My skin was itching like I had been rolling around in fresh-cut grass. As soon as it arrived it left. Brushing it off as nervous I dismiss the feeling. Taking a longer than normal time walking home. Once I enter the suite Jordan launches at me. He doesn't remember or birth parents or what it was like before our fathers. Our parents had been sent to fight with rogues to attack the shadow pack. They were killed and as sad as it sounds I didn’t care. The only person I cared about then was Jordan.
Shutting the door Jordan launches at me. Sweeping him up in a bear hug “what's the wrong little man?” “your leaving tomorrow and I won't see your forever.” he pouts “I don’t think a few months for the holidays is forever Jordan, and you know you can call your sister any time.” the father says coming in the door. Sniffing the air moaning at the wonderful smell of dads spaghetti and meatballs with cheesy garlic bread heavy in the air. ‘is that miss Jemma’s bread?” I ask wiping at the drool I’m sure is at the corner of my mouth. “that it is my sweet girl.” a squeal leaves me. Miss Jemma makes the best bread in all the packs. I have missed her bread since we moved to our pack lands. She makes sure to send some baked goods every month even if I beg her to just rest now that she's retired. Her reply is always “what? I didn’t hear you” and as soon as you open your mouth some kind of food is shoved in to stop the argument. I am not looking forward to the day she makes her trip to the goddess. She gave me a job in the kitchen when we first got to the shadow pack lands. I owe her mine and Jordan's lives a debt I can never repay.
Setting down at the table I smile to myself at how far we all have grown in the last five years. Jordan will never remember the past and that I am grateful for. The future is bright for him after being mated to the royal beta. He will have nothing but happy memories of growing up. A sharp pain stabs me behind my eye. Grunting at the sudden pain. It left as fast as it came. I am getting super annoyed with this but as far as we know this is normal for this type of awaking. My family magic has been dormant for so long.
