Chapter 79
After witnessing Jacob trying to grab Artemis from the truck with Tyler my vision cleared. Blinking a few times before I look at Ambrose. “are those her memories and feelings?” he nods and starts walking leaving me standing there. “wait you old bat. Why did you show me that? And why did you tell me to trust the eyes in the silver blah blah blah just to have a couple of dozen pups taken from my pack? I would have never in a million years agreed to that.” I growled out so loud all the animals took off running. Looking back at me in confusion “child I have no idea what you're yelling about but I never told you such a thing. What do you mean a few dozen pups? And I showed you what you needed to see to understand why the young princess did what she did.” he shrugs looking at me full in the eye letting me see how honest and truthful he's being.
Shaking my head “old man it was like yesterday I swear to ask Ty you went all orange-eyed and spoke all smokey haunted house style. The room filled with this odd smell I think my uncle called it brimstone?” Ambrose having turned to start walking again stopped his back going so rigid I can see his shallow breath. “what?” he whispers an edge of fear in his voice a sound I had never heard before. Turning to look at me “what?” he said louder his eyes glowing. An air of danger settles in the air prickling down my back. The hair on my hair started to stand up straight. My wolf cowers inside me almost trying to hide and I want to join him.
“What part?” I ask slowly “repeat it all boy.” he demands his tone sending shivers of cold death over me a look on the witch I had never seen in my life. “well your eyes went all orange your voice dropped and had a grave pitch to it. The room filled with a scene..” “enough.” he growls out throwing his hands up. “and I told you to trust the eyes?” I nod he stands there staring at me for a long time. All of a sudden a large corgi-sized crow-looking bird drops from the sky. The feathers were so black they shinned in blues and greens in the sun. Its dark black glass bead-like eyes scan over me before its large head turns to Ambrose. Making a loud squawk and haws at him. Tilting its head from side to side. Backing away from this beast of a bird looking at the talons digging in the ground. With a sharp nod, Ambrose reaches into his pocket pulling out a rainbow-colored something and tossing it in the air. The giant bird takes off catching it and flying away.
“Fabel tells me you are correct in what you said. He had been speaking with fawn about it seems my seer stone activated on its own. So someone wanted you to hear something badly I suggest you listen to what was told to you.” he tells me while looking up to the sky where the large bird disappeared. “so are we gonna talk about the freaky bird thing?” snapping his eyes to me “Fabel is not a freaky bird thing young man. He is one of my familiars. He has a twin fawn back at my place. they can see everything so watch your tongue.” he snaps at me. Holding my hands up in surrender in front of me “okay, okay. But you have to admit your friend is rather big for a normal crow. Speaking of that how has no one ever seen it before?” I ask as we start walking again. “they are familiars so not your normal beast. They are for a lack of a better expatiation a cross of a crow and a low-level demon. All witches have a familiar most have no clue they are part demons so let's keep that to ourselves as the night coven has no clue. My familiars are from a stronger stock of familiars than there are today. Witches have forgotten how to share the magic with their familiar for the familiars born from your bloodlines magic is weaker. When my familiars were born it was a different time. Witches were different. My mother chose to practice in the ways of the triple-faced goddess instead of the night goddess after that long month in the clutches of the demon. My mother's line of familiars is birds. I don’t actually know how a familiar is made or chosen as it's different for every line. Since my line is birds my mother's familiar laid an egg when she had me. And before you ask no it's not a normal egg it's a pendant in the shape of an egg. The pendant was then placed around my neck until I turned 13 winters. On the eve of my awakening, the chain broke a large egg landing at my feet. At the moment of my birth, two things happened the egg hatched and my magic awakened. The room-filling with bright light and a flash. When the light returned to normal there were two newly hatched birds. My mother showed me how to feed them magic and food. For the next five years, I fed them as much magic as they could take and bonded with them. Other than my mother they were my only friends that were until my mother died.” he stops talking and just walks for a while. Keeping any questions I had to myself. But I have so many questions. “you are thinking too hard young alpha what is on your mind?” seeing as this is the most he has opened up to me I plan to use this opportunity. “well I do have a few questions. First the other day you and my uncle spoke about your mark and it had me thinking why I have not seen marks on other witches? How do you know they are followers of one coven or the other? How can there be two covens yet there are several covens around just this area. Each coven I thought specialized in something?” stopping to give him some time to answer the questions asked.
“all good questions my boy and you have been paying attention not just watching but seeing as well. So no not all-night coven members have a birthmark as I do. I have the mark due to being born with the skin of a demon. So when I turned 18 and my human skin developed I had this red and black colored skin with what you think demon eyes look like. The reason my mother raised me alone. My birthmark had long ago faded on my demon skin but when this pale human skin grew in the mark stayed. The reason you can't see the mark on witches is due to the birthmark sinking into the skin. The only way to see the mark is to skin a witch and tan the hide. And how do you tell one coven from another you young alpha can not. As for most witches, they can not either as magic smells of magic. And like packs share a base scent. But for me being born how I was when I was my magic is a little more potent than others and I have a sense of smell almost as good as a wolf. I can also see the color of one's magic. So to answer your question about covens it's not as simple as one or the other. There are two goddesses who practice witchcraft. The triple-faced goddess is by far the strongest. So her followers tend to be stronger than the night goddess’s coven of witches. Each coven has several smaller covens in them. The triple-faced goddess has the most covens as there are always three in a grouping. So if you find a maiden coven then there is a mother and crone coven within 100 miles in any direction. If you line them up on a map you will find the mother coven always is between a maiden and a crone coven. They are separate covens but on the full moon, they come together as one. As for specializing in something that's a personal magic thing but a coven from time to time will have an increase in one type of magic but nature has a way of balancing things out.”
Remained silent for the rest of the walk back to the pack house. I have a lot to think about but first I need to meet with the parents of the taken pups. Sending a message to Ty through a link but cutting it before he could reply. “Ty find any parents with missing pups to the meeting hall.”
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