Book 3: The Yellow Diamond: Chapter 1
A/N: Welcome to Book 3!
I figured while I’m working on the revamp of The Witch’s Wolf, it wouldn’t hurt anything to let you all see the fruit of my labor. The short of it, is that with Heidi’s book, I’m editing the spelling issues and errors, but it’s taking so much longer.
Chapter 1
Tifany
Lord Below I was nervous…. I’m sure grandpa could scent it….
But I stood firmly at the top of the packhouse stairs with him… He Drove hours to be with me and Harry, my fraternal twin brother… After all, we were 18 last week, he missed that, but tonight was the Harvest….
“Are you alright Lil Pumpkin?” Asked Grandpa Kaiden, holding a chuckle at my outfit… His accent was thick, being born in Jentucky in the late 17 or 1800’s? To be fair… It was thick to me because I’d lived my whole life up here.
“I think it’s Cool.” I complained playfully.
The former Crown Prince towered over me like I was an ant… I’m only about 140 pounds and 5’5, but he was 6’8, and at least double my weight. I had his complexion, and with the hair color, one would think that I’d be a wolf, or at least an Omega… After all, Every member of the Royal House of Charred held black, or at least brown fur.
But I’m not. Yet nobody cared.
He put his large palm on the top of my wavy black hair. The wind whipped, but my ombre orange dress when to my knees, while the black cardigan draped to my ankles. I loved the dress because it started out pumpkin orange, and ended up black. I also had on orange striped socks that went to my knees… It was fall. Why not dress up like what I was, a witch? I even found an orange, black buckled witch hat… Mom helped me make my new broom…
Dad helped me name it… Ass-Blazen’ 5001… Ass-Blazen’ 5000…. I may or may not have crashed it into the school while texting and flying….
I got a $500 ticket and a Whole Month of community service for it too. Dad is heartless… I even had to use my allowance to pay for it… and no magic to fix the high school’s sign…
The New broom was much sturdier, made from Tarteron Ebony…., and I held the black bristled broom with a half, but almost false smile.
“Look! It’s happening.” Said Grandma Eclipse, his mate.
The moon’s full nature had every wolf around the world wild…. Harvest Night, The Night of Peace was here again, but this time I was of age to be out unaccompanied, but I held my grandpa’s hand…. I stood out here in the front yard, watching people find their mates…
That was why my smile was almost false. It wasn’t that I wasn’t happy, it’s just hard knowing it won’t happen to me.
I’m betrothed… I hadn’t met him yet, and I was nervous… Gods I was nervous for that. I was a full witch yes, but Technically, I am not from a grand house… The man I am to marry is from the highest house of Dark Witches… Yolteir…
What if he doesn’t like my scent? I smell a LITTLE wolf no matter how much I shower… I don’t have one, so I’m not even an Omega, but witches can be snobs….
I hadn’t met the Black Diamond Coven, not yet… They thought it best to keep us apart until The Courting Ritual, a test on our betrothed’s compatibility… Dark Witches only married one partner, even though in times like this… We couldn’t choose our partners. Mother went along with it, because she was confident… I wasn’t so much…
They all agreed it best we meet soon, but not yet… I doubted that it would happen tonight. That would be stupid.
I was from wolves….
Harvest was a wolf holiday. No way they would think to come tonight.
Both my parents were werewolves, but I was born a full witch without even a dormant inner wolf… so no mate. The Goddess only blesses wolves with mates, with VERY rare exceptions. It just didn’t happen… My people were not hers, so she likely would not make a bond like that for me…
Yet… the Horned One was often called the Night Father, since he loved his creations as his children… I was too scared to summon him… even though he is how I have powers. I was never pressured by anyone here… I was never treated poorly…
Why am I going in circles….?
I was in a new body, with a new life…. Let the past be in the past…
Plus… I knew I was already promised to the youngest son of Lord Alteer of Black Diamond Coven… He was the first son of the first witch… The only one who’d ever be able to stand up to him, would be the Real Witch King…. And both those covens used the old ways…
Ways I still remembered, yet did not do because they were… unsavory to say the least. No wolf, even mother, would accept all that…. Funny how Dark Witches are. Since we are the most hated, feared, and least accepted… we took care of our own.
So maybe I was overthinking it… It was times like this I wish I had a wolf like my family, because their input is always sassy and confident.
… Grandpa and dad’s family treated mom better than her ‘real’ one too….
No one treated anyone different here… No one even mentioned bloodlines here… The Wolf Royal Family welcomed her and me with open arms, and Grandpa Kaiden flew up here to visit. He wanted to see his grandkids find their mates…
Well Harry… And likely to support me.
“You DO realize I still hear you right?” He said with a grin. “I’m up here because it’s Your big night too you know.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I mumbled.
“Just watch.” Grandpa pointed.
I watched my brother bound happily around Delta Archer, a strong silver furred, 45 year old she wolf… When she was shifted, she shined like a coin, and she was an Alpha She wolf if there ever was. Firm, strong, yet soft spoken… looked up too from the day she was born. She was the daughter of Alpha Archer of BurgandyMoon, a pack the next state over. My fraternal twin brother Harry knew that was his mate the moment they first met…. This was the second.
When we saw each other in passing a few years ago, the older wolves thought it best that they stay separated until tonight, when we turn 18…. How he looked at her with so much love… How my brother’s wolf Clay was already almost the size of dad’s old pictures when he was that age… and he looked exactly like him too….
A prodigy, blessed by the goddess to be dad’s Assistant Beta at only 18… and since we are immortal, she didn’t look any older than us at all… Human age does not matter….
Nor does mortal time. If we counted that, both of us were the incarnations of beings who were thousands…. Both struck down for our hubris…
[I’m so fucking excited!] Harry roared in wolf’s speech, being a strong two toned brown wolf. The base of his fur was a dark chocolate, while the tips were a little lighter. He danced around her, hopping around like a little idiot, and I cracked a smile as he wagged his tail. She was unshifted in a white dress. [I haven’t seen you in like 4 years Becky!]
“…. Oh my gods” She face palmed happily. “… come here.” She smiled, shifting with him, and they ran around each other in big circles before running into the forest… past the rented rides.
There were laughs, and the party was wild. Harvest Moons almost always had fairs visit packs, organized by Alphas, and it was the night wolves found their forever partner… To share their eternal lives And afterlives together as a pair. So loved that upon death, the living partner loved them still…. ‘Half the soul and all the heart’….
So Romantic.
Poetic even.
…. but I knew no sweet thing would happen to me…
I stood there supportively, but I was a little jealous…. But ultimately happy…. My fraternal twin worked hard to make dad and grandpa proud… while I could not follow in their footsteps.
Grandpa yawned, “I think it’s time for you to go upstairs.” He smiled…. But it was like he was luring me into a trap more than a nice gesture.
“I don’t-” He cut me off.
“There’s hot cocoa.” He sang.
The wind whipped me in this kind of thin, but Very cute dress. He chuckled, hearing me… I don’t know how he heard me so well, along with Grandpa Ron, the Second Seat of the Wolf King’s Court. I could only guess that it was because even without a wolf… I still had Some wolf’s blood.
“You’re the only one besides mom who gets it right.” I relented. “There better not be a party inside.” I smiled.
“No, something better. Hot Cocao.” He said opening the door for me.
There was no party, and for it I was glad… I didn’t want to be treated like mommy and daddy’s ‘special little girl’ because I didn’t have a mate.
Grandpa had me sit on the couch. “I’ll be right back.” He said, linking someone. I couldn’t link without a wolf, but I could send magic letters. They could write on it, and I’d get it back just as fast though.
I sat there on the couch, and resisted the urge to cry… Lord Below… I don’t know how anyone around this kind of thing could be happy…. Well… if they didn’t have a mate too..
I looked at the floor, and someone cleared their throat…
“Um… I have some Cocoa if you wanna share….” Said a tall… hot guy…..
He looked like he was about my age, but I could also tell he wasn’t a wolf… He was a witch. His female demon sat atop his left shoulder… Its mortal form was a red peacock…. Probably 2 feet tall…
But it meant he was A Powerful spellcaster….
He was pale as paper… and had fangs like a vampire…claws too… His black hair was slicked into a manbun, but unlike vampires, he was not thin… He had the build of a werewolf… Full bodied and strong.
Though his stance was timid, sweet… gentle.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“We’ve met before…” Stan said quietly.
That wasn’t right…
Why did I think his name was *Stanley*? I better ask before I make a fool of myself.
“I’m Tiffany Stone… My father is Alpha Stone, and my mother is Heidi of Purple Diamond… Adopted sister of Coven Matron Hellinia.”
“Oh?” He looked surprised. His voice was nice… And when our hands accidently touched, he reminded me of the last page of a long tome…. One I’d read before, but gained more meaning from the second time… “I’m Zayde…. Zayde Yolteer, last born of Alteer.” He said sheepishly.
His eyes reminded me of someone I must have loved deeply… of someone I missed a long time ago before I was reborn… Those amber yellow eyes were different… yet the same…
“I suppose you’re my betrothed then.” I said calmly… but I didn’t remember someone so… perfect. I could already tell I’d like him….
Aptherraam would know…. and before I could test this with Aptherraam and form a plan, he was already in his cat form, snuggling with her on the couch…
“I died so I could fall in love with you again.” He pulled me close, and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. “I missed you…Ancella-Vollenti Yoltier” he said my secret name, the one used in advanced spells…. only mother knew it…
I sat in his lap, as indecent as it was, I didn’t care… I didn’t remember him… I didn’t remember the past, but I knew this touch. I knew his soft lips… I knew this feeling.
It wasn’t the mate bond, but it would due.
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