Book 2: Chapter 65
Chapter 65
Heidi
“Get up little mate.” I felt John nudge me, and I slowly opened my eyes. The sun wasn’t even up yet… but it was time to probably go.
We had our things already packed, but with my powers out of commission, I wondered would I be of any help at all. I felt powerless. Being a wolf was only helpful for me and Sparkle running away… my powers around others who didn’t have any was my advantage…. A big one.
For now, they would at least smell I was a witch, and with allot of effort I could make my hands glow. With that as a bluff at least, maybe I could do that, but it would have to be sparingly. It won’t work if there’s no follow up… Lady damnit.
Or should I say Lord? The majority of my soul was made by the Horned One….
“Heidi, I hear you. I’m sure neither of them mind you calling one over the other. Now come on, Garnet’s dropping us off.” He said with a small smile, but I could feel his concern for me through our bond.
“I’ll be fine you know.” I mumbled.
“No we don’t. We’re leaving with the bond half complete…” He mumbled.
“But we’re still true mates. The Lady and the law still protect us John. It isn’t like you didn’t mark me.” I mumbled, and he looked at me sternly, nodding to Garnet. He and Ann were probably going to be marked when we got back…. I regretted that I’d miss that.
“I’m going to miss you too! We’ll text you updates on StoneMoon!” She beamed, pretty much jumping on me while we put the stuff in John’s orange truck. It had enough room, and they would drop us off.
“We’re going to be late!” I hugged Ann tightly back, which felt almost like saying goodbye to a child than a friend. I didn’t see how someone could turn someone and use them as a servant….
We sat in the back while Garnet specifically motioned for John to sit in front…. They had to be hiding something. I didn’t know what, but I trusted my mate; I knew he would tell me. Or at the very least keep me safe from whatever threat we’d face that we knew about.
“Sorry to be a wet blanket, but how are you guys going to talk to anyone?” Asked Garnet suddenly.
“Rahrraam.” I said casually. “Most demons naturally have the gift of tongues.”
Yes, and I am very tired since Someone was up all night, meaning I had to protect said someone. He complained in my pocket, but no one could understand his small squeaks except me.
“I almost forgot about your giant goat man.” Giggled Ann.
“Don’t talk him up unless you two want to get squished by that naked goat man.” Joked John before going back to linking Garnet.
It was quiet a little bit after that, as whatever conversation they had seemed to be completely distracting them. The ride on the interstate was quiet if not for the small growls and glares given every so often.
“…How was your date?” I asked Ann, mostly to keep myself from going crazy.
“Well, we went to the movies, and rented a hotel room afterwards. It was nice. It’d been a minute since I was around humans doing normal human stuff, and he got me this.” She showed me a small gold necklace from out her shirt. “Oh and we ordered Chinese.” She smiled.
“I’m glad to hear there were no shenanigans with my little girl.” I said trying to sound like a mom.
“Oh there were, just wholesome ones. We barked in the room until the front desk came looking for a dog.” He snickered.
“We almost got caught!” She giggled.
“But that’s the fun in it.” He smiled.
“…. Garnet you’re a bad influence.” Mumbled John, shaking his head.
“What kind of influence did you think would happen?” He protested.
“…Good point.” I smiled. I yawned, stretching with it. I didn’t sleep well last night, and neither did John… but I’d hoped to catch a nap on the plane.
“How about you get some rest?” He asked me, turning around to see me rub my eyes.
“No, this is fine. I trust your father got first class so we wouldn’t encounter hunters.” I mumbled.
“Also, I checked the seating, we’re next to each other.” he smiled.
“Yup, I picked the seats right, and you both should go get checked as soon as possible since we’re cutting it a little close.” Said Garnet. He wasn’t wrong. As it was, we’d left a little late since I overslept, but we were both ready at least…. I hoped that was good enough.
When we finally got to the airport, we gave quick hugs and goodbyes before heading to the line…. One more thing remained. I had to get my rat onto the plain… and I knew how. I’d have to hide him. Security was good…. really good. I would use magic if I had too to dull the mind of the guards into thinking my bags were fine, but it was risky.
I wondered how I’d pull that off too. If he were a cat or dog I could say he was an emotional support animal, but no one would want a rat on board…. Damnit.
“What’s wrong?” Mumbled John low.
“Rahrraam.” I whispered back and his eyes grew wide before he smiled.
“Garnet already set that up. The Guard’s cool.” He mumbled. He looked around to see if anyone was listening, and thankfully, the closest human had in headphones. I don’t think they would have heard us? I hoped anyway. Most people minded their own business, but I didn’t need anyone tattling on us that I had a demon on the plane.
The guard looked the same height as the average human, but their ears were ever so slightly pointed. Not enough to notice if you weren’t looking, but they were there. They scanned me with the metal detecting wand, and pushed my bags through. No one stopped us after that.
It was literally that easy… I thought I would have to do some elaborate flesh magic for the first time or something.
I silently thanked the Lord. We got onboard, and John sat beside me, trying his best not to smoosh the human who sat on the outside edge of the row. We buckled up, and I looked out the window while holding his hand. John was 6’6 now, the height of the average Alpha… and he was still growing. Most males grow as their wolves do, especially those with power. Growth spurts could happen too until our mid 50’s. After that, we slowed down but never really stopped. I could literally feel the aura of an Alpha radiating off him now passively. It didn’t bother me though, I was used to it.
She wolves stopped sooner, about in our mid 30’s, but I don’t think I’d grown since I was 17? I still had time, but I doubted it. I wasn’t fed right growing up, so my growth was stunted. Most witches I’ve ever known were tall models, looking perfect, but it didn’t matter. I was me. I had a loving mate, a familiar, and a home where people wanted me there… If they never accepted me, it was their loss.
I silently smiled at myself, feeling the happiness John emitted. He couldn’t link me, but he must have heard me… and I was a little bit proud of myself too… it’d taken years to reach this point…even though some wounds were still open and tender... I never felt accepted or wanted until I was taken in by the royal family… and even then, I was still shy. Even then sometimes I felt like one day it’d either be a dream or they would be done playing their grand trick on me… but there was no trick. I really did have good people in my life to help when I felt like I was Doggie…
I looked at the coin… I was somehow High Matron Ezabi’s direct lineage… probably her granddaughter since I found out my mother’s name was Yolina… and my father was Dr. Hinds… his clan developed the moon blessed saline water that heals so many poisoned with silver… but my mother’s creator was the earth goddess Lia…
I wonder what falling out was there to force an attempt at changing their patron? I wonder was that hatred more because I wasn’t pure since spells like that can’t be repeated…. I wonder what my mother would have done with me…. I know she wouldn’t have mistreated me like the Coven did… but my father warned me that she wasn’t a good person.
Maybe that was why the Earth Goddess wouldn’t bless them with a pup their own… but I was thankful that most of my life she let me use her power up until I was sealed to my demon proper. He was still asleep. Holding a human looking form would be very taxing on him soon, and he’d need to feed off my energy… powers that I was still learning. I Needed to get to the witches and learn what I was doing…. As it was I could feel myself being gnawed at in my fingertips. They were literally itching for action.
I felt a warm hand massage my neck, and I drifted off. This flight was a long one, and while I had the chance, I would rest as selfish as it was. John had to be tired too, but I knew him. He wouldn’t sleep until he felt it was safe. There were too many humans around for that and he was too stuburn to listen.
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