Chapter 58: ELARA
Elara’s gaze shifted to Sarah and Frank, and it felt as though she were peering into their very souls. “I sense a deep concern within you both,” she said, her voice carrying the weight of centuries of knowledge. “Tell me, what brings you here today?”
Alrond smiled and then said, “one thing I like about you. You do your job well. Perhaps staying with the wolves have increased your senses,” his voice held so much softness and warmth that it made even Sarah’s skin to have goosebumps.
Elara blushed, “you flatter me Lord Alrond. I am only a humble servant.”
Alrond walked towards her and planted a warm kiss on her cheeks, his voice seductive, “a servant indeed.”
The scene that played out before them showed a completely different side of Alrond and he did this ignoring the fact that he had two mortals standing there.
After a while of flirting, he turned back to the Morgan siblings, “oh, sorry for my ill-mannered behavior. This is Elara, a really gifted Immortal in the act of seeing and potion making.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” Elara said, her voice warm.
Sarah and Frank introduced themselves. “What brings you both here?” Elara asked them. Sarah looked at Alrond and he nodded his head.
Sarah then took a deep breath, her voice steady as she explained their mission to break the charm that had ensnared Amara. Elara listened attentively, her eyes never leaving Sarah’s.
When Sarah finished speaking, Elara’s gaze shifted to Alrond. “You believe the potion will be the key to dispelling the charm?”
Alrond nodded. “Yes, it’s our best chance. And you were the first person that came to my mind.”
Elara blushed, “forgive, but I thought Lord Alrond would forget me after that night together. I never knew he still kept me in his mind. What an honor,” she said.
Sarah and Frank stood there, pretending not to hear what she was saying.
“So can you brew it” Frank asked.
Elara considered their request carefully before nodding in agreement. “Very well. I have the ingredients you need, and I will prepare the potion for you.”
As Sarah and Frank watched in awe, Elara began to gather various herbs and vials filled with mysterious liquids. Her movements were fluid and precise, a testament to her mastery of the mystical arts. Sarah turned to watch Alrond. He was smiling as he watched Elara prepare the potion which such grace. This was indeed normal, since they’ve been intimate with each other before, but Sarah felt a pang of jealousy somehow wishing that Alrond would look at her that way.
Once the potion was prepared, Elara handed it to Sarah with a solemn expression. “This potion will break the charm, but it will also reveal the truth about the rogue immortal’s advances to Amara. Be prepared for what may come.”
Sarah accepted the vial, a sense of determination burning in her eyes. “We’ll do whatever it takes to help her.”
“Thank you again Elara, you never disappoint,” Alrond said, his voice still held a flirty air.
Elara blushed, “anything for my Lord,” she said. Planting another kiss on her cheeks, Alrond whispered something to her ears and Elara’s whole body turned red.
With the potion in hand, Sarah, Frank, and Alrond made their way back to the car. The weight of their mission pressed upon them as Alrond drove them to their house.
As they prepared to part ways, Alrond addressed Sarah and Frank one last time. “Remember, once Amara is free from the charm, I will make you both forget everything you’ve learned about our world. It’s for your own safety.”
Sarah and Frank nodded in understanding, knowing that the path ahead was filled with uncertainty and danger. But they were willing to face it all to rescue Amara from the grip of the rogue immortal and to protect the secrets of the wolf world.
With a final nod, Alrond watched as Sarah and Frank walked away, their footsteps echoing in the quiet night. The fate of Amara and the intricate web of supernatural forces were now in their hands, and the journey ahead promised to be filled with revelations, challenges, and sacrifices. If the potion should work, then it would make his work easier.
As they left the mystical shop behind and headed back to their house. Sarah couldn’t help but steal glances at the small vial containing the potion. It was a potent reminder of the task they had undertaken and the weight of responsibility that now rested on her shoulders.
Sarah’s mind buzzed with questions. She turned back and walked towards rond who was getting ready to leave. “Alrond, what should we expect when we give Amara the potion? You mentioned that it would reveal the truth to her. What does that mean exactly?”
Alrond glanced at Sarah, his expression serious. “The potion will break the charm, allowing Amara to see things as they truly are. She will remember everything—her encounters with the rogue immortal, her connection to Ethan and me, and the supernatural world that has become intertwined with her life.”
Frank, who had been silently contemplating the situation, spoke up. “So, she’ll know about your true nature as wolves, about the rogue immortal, and everything else?”
Alrond nodded. “No, she won’t have full knowledge of the complexities of our world. It will be a lot for her to take in, and it may be overwhelming.”
Sarah’s concern for her sister deepened. “How will she react? Is there a chance it could harm her in any way?”
“It’s difficult to predict,” Alrond admitted. “Amara’s reaction will depend on her resilience and how she processes the truth about the months of being under a spell. It’s a lot to absorb, and she may experience shock or disbelief initially. But ultimately, she will have the choice to accept or reject this new reality.”
Sarah couldn’t shake the feeling of apprehension. She knew that once they administered the potion to Amara, there would be no turning back. It would cure the lovesickness, but would also reveal somethings to her. One that can make her question herself.
Upon their return to their house, Sarah and Frank discussed their plan without drawing attention. Frank handed the vial containing the potion to Sarah, its contents shimmering with an otherworldly glow.
Sarah examined the vial closely, her fingers trembling slightly. “I can’t believe that this tiny vial holds the power to change everything for Amara. I mean she might not be the same. It’s a lot of responsibility.”
Frank, ever the optimist, tried to offer some reassurance. “We’re doing the right thing. Amara deserves to know the truth, so this would reveal to her somethings to her, good or bad. We’re giving her that chance.”
Sarah interjected, her voice firm. “Remember, once the potion is administered, Alrond will also make us forget everything about their world and our involvement in this mission. It’s the only way to protect us both. But Amara would be the only one with her knowledge of the supernatural that can change her life forever.”
“Once the charm is broken, we must keep her in a safe location, far away from the rogue immortal’s reach. He may become aware of her newfound knowledge and try to manipulate her again. Protecting her is paramount.” Frank suggested and Sarah nodded.
Sarah and Frank absorbed Alrond’s instructions, ready to carry out their mission with unwavering resolve. They knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but they were determined to free Amara from the grip of the rogue immortal and give her the chance to make her own choices.
Sarah and Frank exchanged worried glances.
Sarah and Frank waited for Amara’s return home. They didn’t meet her when Alrond had dropped her off. So they waited.
Hours passed, and finally, Amara walked through the entrance. She looked different—there was a newfound brightness in her eyes, a sense of clarity that hadn’t been there before. It was as if a fog had lifted, revealing a world she had never fully comprehended.
Sarah and Frank exchanged nervous glances before Sarah approached her sister, the vial of potion hidden in her handbag. “Amara, there’s something we need to talk to you about,” she began, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Amara’s gaze locked onto Sarah’s, her expression a mix of curiosity and readiness. “What is it, Sarah?”
Without hesitation, as Sarah was close to Amara, she immediately hit her head knocking her unconscious.