Uncertainty

Neem Quasar

Its been nine days, since weve seen him, the week passed in a blur with all the training I was going under , and thanks to mistress cardonas tutelage, I have been more in control and confident about using my craft. Three days ago I became very sixk, and have spent every day layed up in bed cramping and whimpering. Ive denied everyone entry into my rooms, not wanting them to see the mess that I have become. Is this what he meant when he said I would feel pain at our separation? Ive sleptwith his shirt every night and now I cant seem to conjure up the scent anymore. I know I should have placed  scent lasting spell on it the first day, however I didn’t want him to be right. I thought this just a game, hes been known to pretend to court witches only to torment them later. It this what I am experiencing. I stand up to go look at the gardens, today is the first time that I don’t feel bedridden. I closes my eyes and think about Sosier again, pictureing his duel eyes color as he stares at me, imagining what it would be like to have in laying in his bed, both sodo and sosier watching me, waiting for me to come to them. I open my eyes and im a little startled at the view out if the window I see. I turn around and my heart drops, ive managed to transport myself into sosiers room, only he isn’t alone, two sleeping forms are nuslted close together and I can tell they aren’t dressed. I know the moment he senses my distress and see the she wolfs nose twich as me scent permeates the air. “ Sosier, what is that” she mumbles sleepily, turning to place her nose in his chest in an attempt to rid herself of my smell. At her question he bolts up, eyes flashing to sodo, upon seeing me he retreats leaving a disgruntled Sosier staring at me. The moment our eyes collide and my presence has registered to his sleeping brain, he jumps out of the bed, the smell of their sex becomes almost unbearable and before he can say anything I close my eyes and think of my home, a place he wont find me, and I resign myself to my fate.

I spend the entire day trying to rid myself of his mark, with no success, Mistress cardona has messaged me a few times asking about my health, and ive been reassuring my friends that there isn’t anything wrong, that I believe myself to be weary and needed a break and rest in a familiar place, they’ve all voiced wanting to joun me and leaving before the final ball, however ive managed to convince them there wasn’t any need to. Finally deciding to try again tomorrow I plop down on my couch and allow create a small version on me in a spelled jar, I watch as she releases all the sorrow and sense of dread im feeling. Ive been trying to remove his claim from me to no avail.

The next morning I receive a call from alpha Firr and his luna, requesting my presence at on of their dinner. I kindly decline, not wanting to be around any more wolves at the moment. Knowing I shouldn’t have ever let him touch me. I wallow in self loathing.

Three days have gone by , ive spent the entire time holed up in my apartment, dreading the beginning of holiday, my father got windthat I left vampire lane early and hes already set up a date with Raphic, and to make matters worse I am to accompany him to the Fiir pack lands, since Libbah and Bastian will be in attendance,  he is to spend time around them to determine if the bond can be fabricated. I stare at the dress that was sent over by Perisham with a note stating, you are required to wear this, it has been spelled to prevent any ‘mishaps’. The dress is a deep green silk, with a plunging corseted off the shoulder top, it has a black iridescent feather trim , the skirt cut in an a line fashion reaching mid thigh, paired with the dress are sheer black heeled sandals.

Unknown: hello Neem, this is Chammomile Staghorn, im sorry to reach out to you like this, however with your sudden departure I seemed to have missed to opportunity to speak with you. im sorry to ask this of you, however can you please teleport me to your location, I find I am running out of places and people to turn to and Balsa has assured me you aren’t like witches ive encountered before

I stare at the message for a moment wondering why the Princess of wolves would need my assistance. Then I rmeeber Mistress cardonas word about her possibly having powers.

Chammomile : please, i will beg if I have to,

Chammomile, you are my last hope, please neem

I close my eyes and think about what her energy felt like, her scent and the type of flaver her magic gives off, when I open my eyes she is crouching by my couch still typing vigorously, she looks up in around her in a panic , then seeing her in an unfamiliar space, she visibly relaxes, the stands up, tossing her phone on the coffee table and drops into her seat. Im startled when she begins to cry out in relief.

“Goddess, I never thought id be begging a witch for sanctuary” She says to herself. When she calms down she looks at me with tear stained eyes.

“ thank you Neem, you have no idea, actually form what Quarius told me, you probably  know more than anyone else.”

“If it has to do with mating contracts, then yea, im fully aware of how restricting that can be. Especially when its being handled by your father.” I Say bitterly.

She sits up and looks at me more closely. “ Are you going to go to the Fiir shebang? “

I make a face telling her exacutly how I feel about going. “ not a fan of wolves?” she asks with a lifted brow.

“ No, its not that, its just, if I go, it will be as Raphics date, at the request of my father, in his words, ‘You’ve been invited to the fiir events this year, I see you’ve been making important connections, I think this will be a perfect opportunity for you to go with your prospected mate to the event so as not to ruffle any feathers’ forget the fact that im now more in control than ive been in my entire life. Or the fact that I seem to have a dormant wolf spirit inside of me that I cannot seem to reach.” I vent out. A small smile plays across her lips, and when I stare at her in confusion she laughs out loud. “ Goddess, that was, yea you definitely get my dilemma. No matter how many times I tell them I want to wait for my mate.  I can only imagine how Sodo is going to respond if you show up on the arms of that warlock, hell for sure lose his shit.” She giggles.

“I doubt he’d even care anymore, let alone go.” I say sullenly.

“ yea, trust me, he wont be happy, and im guessing that’s his mark on your neck.” I absently cover it with my hand, and tears well in my eyes.

“This was a mistake. I was just this years stupid witch he set up. “

She scoffs loudly. “ I promise you, that kind of mark, isn’t temporary, he means to keep you, for life Neem . I don’t know what was said, or what started the argument..”  “ I found him in bed with another she wolf” she looks at me in confusion. “ im sorry what, how, and when?