Chapter 116: Rhys
Grace let go of my hand and slowly made her way to the cushions that Sandra had set up on the floor and sat down. She was no longer just a little anxious – she was outright terrified and for the first time I really hesitated. Was I really doing the right thing if this was how she was reacting?
I studied her face carefully, but she was giving nothing away. If it wasn’t for the bond, I would have had no idea.
“So what happens now?” I asked, clearing my throat.
“Now, we begin.” Sandra answered. “Lay back.”
I knew she knew what I had meant and had specifically not answered my question which I found to be incredibly annoying.
Grace, however, did what she was told as Sandra reached into a bag and began setting things up on the small table Leon had brought in earlier.
“How long does this process tend to take?” Grace asked in a small voice, and I immediately sat on the ground next to the cushions, so I could hold her hand. I wanted to alleviate her fear. I wanted her to be comfortable in our home away from home.
“I’ve never had to undo a bind before,” Sandra said, waving off her concern. “But I expect it to take at least 4 hours.”
“4 hours?!” Grace gasped.
“At least,” Sandra said, still busy with setting up her stuff to even look at Grace. “But don’t worry, you’ll probably pass out after the first hour, so you really don’t need to worry too much.”
Grace sat up immediately, and I had to hand it to Sandra, she really wasn’t selling this for either of us.
“Why will I pass out?” Grace asked.
“Because unbinding a wolf is an incredibly invasive and painful process, and in this case, Lycan. I haven’t bound anyone since I bound you, all those years ago, and I have only ever seen an unbinding once before, so it might be a little trial and error till we figure it out. But based on everything your body has to go through for this, I fully expect you to pass out within an hour.”
“Are you sure you can do this?” I asked, settling Grace back into a laying down position.
“Alpha King Rhys,” Sandra gave me a severe look. “I don’t think you have any other options at this time, but if you do, please go ahead and consult them, and do not waste my time. I have done my research, and I have studied for many hours on how to help your precious mate. Do not insult me.”
I met her eyes and gave her a curt nod. She was right. She was the only person right now who could even potentially help Grace. She was one of the very best in the business, and there was a reason I had sought after her whenever I needed to involve myself with witches. I knew that even though she only looked 12, she was much older, and had more experience in these sorts of things than I could even dream of. She was our only choice, and that had to be enough...
“Close your eyes,” Sandra told her. “Your brother is on hand, correct?”
I nodded, and Grace peaked her eyes open in surprise. I hadn’t told her that Sawyer had been brought to the mountain this morning. I knew what she would think after the other day when he showed he wasn’t quite ready for normalcy. But we were losing time and were absolutely no closer to any answers than we had been 3 weeks ago. Sawyer might still need more time, but he wasn’t going to get the luxury of having it. He was needed, and he was here, simple as that.
“Close your eyes,” Sandra demanded, noticing that Grace had opened them to give me a look.
Grace did as she was told, but the squeeze she gave my hand told me that she was only tabling the conversation for a later time.
Sandra grabbed the first jar off the table. It looked like purple paint, but I wasn’t sure what it really was. I had never seen anything like it before as she scooped some on to two of her fingers.
“If my eyes are closed, you better be talking me through this process,” Grace snapped, causing Sandra to freeze about an inch from Grace’s face.
She hesitated for a moment, no doubt deciding if it was worth anything to her to share or not.
“This is Icklebach.” Sandra told her as she put a purple line on Grace’s forehead. “This is just a preparation for the body to sort of draw the Lycan out. It starts the opening process. I will place a line on your forehead, one on each cheek, and one on each wrist.”
“It feels warm.” Grace commented.
Sandra didn’t say anything. She just grabbed the next jar on the table. This one was a royal blue.
“Leon, document everything she says,” I mindlinked my beta.
Leon gave me a simple nod but didn’t mindlink back. His eyes never left Grace, and the worry on his face for her concerned me a little.
“This is Ashlala. It goes on your feet.”
Grace jumped slightly, but she didn’t say anything. Half an hour passed of Sandra painting Grace’s body, and telling us what she was doing, every now and again, reciting things in a language I didn't know.
She then stood above Grace, her hands picking at the air as she seemingly unwove a web that surrounded Grace. Grace began to squeeze my hand a little tighter, surprising me. I wasn’t sure if what Sandra was doing was painful or if the silence that Sandra had asked us to hold was unsettling to her.
“Sir,” Leon’s mindlink cut through. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
I looked at him startled. I had been so entranced with Sandra’s movements, I hadn’t noticed how pale Grace’s face had turned or the beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead.
“Grace?” I asked.
But the only response I got was a slight squeeze of my hand, and Sandra shushing me.
“This is going to hurt.” Sandra said after a while, grabbing something from off the table.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I reached out, stopping Sandra from moving any closer to my mate. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demanded letting my alpha aura slip a bit.
“This is a moonstone blade,” Sandra said simply. “It does not cut like a normal knife unless I chose to use it that way. This knife has been blessed by the Moon goddess herself. It is to be used to draw runes on her body. Most people have usually passed out at this point, according to my studies, but she is still holding on. This is going to be excruciating. You might need to help me subdue her and hold her down. Or else this might get ugly. But do not be afraid. Her Lycan is almost free. I can feel it’s energy, just on the brink of escaping. She is a strong one. But she must tolerate these last 2 hours.”
I looked at my little mate, sweaty, and already in pain. I could feel it on a low level. I knew it was only a portion of what she was feeling. It was almost like she was trying to block me from it.
“Gracie, I will let you decide. If you want to stop, I won’t be mad. We can stop.” I whispered, resting my forehead on hers.
“We’re almost there,” She answered through gritted teeth. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“Okay,” Sandra replied, shooting me a glare, I assume for stopping her process. “Let’s continue. And Grace?”
Grace peaked her eyes open to look at the other woman, who now looked slightly frazzled, and a good bit older.
“I’m sorry, but it’s going to hurt like hell. Just try to relax, and it'll be over soon.”
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