The Alpha Can’t Sense His Mate

ITHRA

I could count the ribs on my stomach.

That’s about how much I lost weight since my sentence one week ago.

“Keep moving, witch!” A guard said from behind me, harshly poking me with a stick, “we don’t have all day.”

What he meant to say was that he didn’t have all day. Because I clearly wasn’t in a hurry to return to that godforsaken farm.

I moved my feet faster, ready to return to the farmland I had been working for the past one week.

Every day since the last time Zadok visited me, I was escorted by a wolf guard to the pack farm where I laboured all day, picking out weeds in the hot sun.

For a pack that eats a lot of meat, I wondered why they had a farm. And a very big one at that. Everyday, people came from the kitchen to pick out their produce for the day, not forgetting to send me a nasty snarl every single time.

When we got to the farm, the guard left me to the hands of another, who immediately urged me to begin my duty, while keeping an eye on me.

I proceeded to my job, handpicking the weeds from where I stopped the previous day. After hours of toiling without food, I’ve had enough with the weeds in the farm.

However, when I look up to see what is left, I feel like I haven’t done a single thing since I came here. A large expanse of unweeded land stared back at me.

Mocking my efforts of the day.

I was never going to finish this, I said to myself. Not today, not in two weeks time, not ever.

My stomach growled and I am reminded of the fact I can’t have anything until I at least finish the portion allocated for today.

For the first time ever, I miss the Celts Coven. Despite the terrible treatment meted out to me out there, I wasn’t hungry.

Remembering the Celts clan brought back the worry that ate at me since the last time with Zadok. I wondered how they were doing, how the forcefield was holding up.

If Zadok was able to find out I couldn’t cast a spell, that meant the forcefield was a shadow of itself. Or worse, nothing to write home about.

That fact threatened the existence of my clan, and brought days of sleepless nights. While I continued the day’s work, I thought of the many ways I could secure my clan without selling my soul to the devil.

All of which turned up empty. When Zadok visited my cell, he knew he had all the cards. There wasn’t anything I could do to stop him, I couldn’t even pretend like I had some powers to wipe out the pack if I wish.

These days, the fact that I was left unchained was more of a mockery to me than freedom. It showed I was nothing, nothing to be afraid of and nothing to regard.

Without going back to the Celts Clan, I was returned back to my state of mind there. I also nursed some anger at the fact my secret was sold out to Zadok, who now held it over my head.

Another thing I couldn’t deny was the fact that I wanted to see him. Ever since he walked out of my cell, I wanted to see him so badly and submit myself to him.

My family couldn’t be destroyed. Not until I am able to figure out a way out of here and get a remedy for the forcefield.

You guessed it. I wanted to go to the dark forest. I figured dying in the dark forest was better anyway. At least, then, I’ll be dying for a noble cause.

I had to get to the dark forest. But how?

“Chosen one.” I hear a voice say behind me and I snap out of my thoughts.

A caped lady with flowing black hair stood at the gates of the farm, wearing an eerie smile that made me uncomfortable.

“What did you just call me?” I managed to speak, thirsty and tired.

“I see you are tired.” She said, picking up some herbs, very close to the gate.

Quite a profound observation. I said under my breath, feeling bitter.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she said, still plucking some herbs, “you don’t belong here.” She looked up at me, “you know that right?”

Her eyes flickered between blue and gray and I felt something zap into me.

I blinked, wondering what on earth just happened and who the hell she was. To my greatest surprise, she was nowhere to be found.

Just like that, she disappeared.

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Dark clouds covered the sky, leaving no room for light as I toured the dark forest, looking for a way out.

Chosen one….

An eerie voice from nowhere startled me. I turned around, seeking to know who it was but there was no one.

I picked up my pace, heading deeper into the dark forest, meeting twigs, twists and turns. The coldness of the forest warned me of the dangers that lurked within.

Chosen one….

The voice said again, and this time, it was closer.

“Hello?” I called out in a shaky voice, enveloping myself in a hug. “Is someone there?” I yelled, and my voice echoed back.

Black Ravens in multitudes erupt, flapping their wings into the sky. The dark sky is covered by them in large numbers, and a loud noise of flapping and screeching.

I duck my head in reflex, trying to preserve myself from harm and thinking of the best way out.

Ithraaaaa

A powerful voice that seemed like a thousand drums echoed in the forest, scaring the shit out of me.

“Who is it?” I sobbed, tired of the strangeness of it all.

“Hold out your hands.” The voice said, and with a trembling body, I obeyed.

Immediately, a bright light zaps into my hands and enters my body.

What the hell?

Immediately, I felt a surge of power rise through me and every fear was gone. The entire forest regains stillness and the coldness increases.

I feel an urge to say something. To do something. To let out the powers within me. And so… I did.

“Die.” I say to a palm tree, and to my greatest surprise, it withers.

And dies.