Chapter 15 DALIA
DALIA
“I need a strong jar, and a surgery knife, ” I say to the doctor. He has been staring discreetly at me and I wonder why. I ignore it, focusing on the dying boy.
He moves to get the jar, and a surgery knife as I completely pull the pants off the boy. I now have a clear view of the spot where the curse was laid. A dark line stretches from there up to his upper abdomen. I can also see bruises on his body. He was fucking abused.
Who the fuck has the heart to abuse a kid?
I don't linger on the thought. My main focus is to save the boy. He needs to be alive to tell me who abused him.
My mother taught me a lot, and taking out curses is one of them. I've only used this ability once and that was on a human who was cursed by a shaman.
The shaman’s curse is definitely not as powerful as a witch's curse, and I know that any slight mistake in taking out this curse can lead to a disaster, but I still need to try. I can't let this boy die. It will break me.
“Have you taken out a witch's curse before?” the doctor asks as he gives me the jar and surgery knife.
“No.”
“What are you then trying to do?” He looks at me as if I'm about to do something so ridiculous. “You know how strong a witch curse can be. I've lived long enough to know that taking out a witch's curse is not something to take lightly.”
I stare at him. He's a werewolf, and probably in his sixties. He has lived long enough to know and learn about witches. Those beings are powerful and cunning. I'm sure he knows about it which explains the worried look on his face. I know how strong a witch's curse is, but I still won't ignore this boy.
“I know, but I won't let this boy die. I will be careful,” I say as I place the knife on the spot where the curse is. “I want you to step outside.”
He looks hesitant, but he leaves eventually. I don't know why he listens to me without knowing who I am, but I'm glad he does. Once he's gone, I take a deep breath and focus my attention on the boy. I'm not a witch, but I can handle a few spells, one of them is a spell to take out a curse. Before I start to do anything, I make sure to lock the door. I don't want anyone interrupting and ruining everything.
I close my eyes as I start chanting the spell. I can feel the energy, it's so strong. I'm being careful, if I make any mistake, the curse will transfer to me. This curse is not that strong like a typical witch curse, that's why the boy is not yet dead. He's definitely lucky.
As I'm chanting, the dark energy from the curse is becoming stronger. The moment I cut the spot where the curse was placed with the surgery knife, the boy started writhing and thrashing. It's normal, so I pay no attention to it as I continue to cut through the flesh.
After a while, I stop and place my palm on the spot and start chanting louder, feeling my body shake. This is my first time taking out a witch's curse. I can't believe that it is harder than I thought. I also did not set up any alter. I'm really taking a huge risk here, and I hope that I don't mess things up.
I continue to chant, ignoring the intensive shaking of my body, or the fact that I am becoming weak. I feel relieved as the curse starts leaving his body. I continue chanting as I carefully lead the curse to the jar. At this point, I'm using all my strength, but I won't give up.
Finally, I succeed in putting the curse in the jar. I quickly cover it and seal it with a chant. After I'm done, I start breathing heavily. I'm startled by the loud knocking on the door. It looks like it has been going on for a while.
“Open the door, Dalia!” Ezekiel's angry voice roars outside the room. What the fuck is he doing here? I try to ignore him and clean the boy up, but I realize there's no cleaning material here. I will need the doctor to get me one. So I reluctantly move to the door and open it. I'm met with raging Ezekiel. He looks like he will bring down this hospital if I have wasted another minute from opening the door.
“What the fuck Dalia. How can you risk your life by taking out a curse!” He snaps. I roll my eyes. He's being so dramatic for someone that says he doesn't want me.
“I didn't die. I'm alive and the curse is gone. So can you step aside and let me finish up.” he's blocking my way. I wonder how he finds out that I'm here taking out a curse from a boy.
Well, he's the Alpha King and this pack belongs to him. He can know anything that he wants to know.
“You got me all worried and this is what you have to say?”
“I didn't ask you to get worried. I'm not a kid, I can take care of myself,” I say and slightly push him out of the way. He tries to grab me, but I quickly move away and aim my fist at him. I know that I'm a little bit weak from taking out a curse, but I can still take him in a fight. Well, if he doesn't lock my power again. I still don't know how he was able to do that.
When he didn't make a move. I bring down my fist and turn to look for the doctor. Luckily he just appeared. “I need some cleaning stuff.”
He nods and walks away. I walk back into the room and Ezekiel follows me. “Why are you still here?”
“To take you back to the room where you should be. I already knew that you do nothing but cause trouble.”
“I didn't curse any trouble, I saved a life. And I won't go back to that room.” I snap.
“If you don't want to be locked up, then you should leave!”
I sigh. To think that this is the man that ran here all worried about me…
“I'm sure you know that the curse I took out was a witch's curse, and the cursed boy is from your pack. That means witches still exist, and they could be working with the devils. Also they are in your pack.”
He remains quiet as he stares at the boy. Guess reality is dawning at him. Those fuckers are closer than we think.
“Whether the witches are working alone or working with the devils, we need to find out. And we should start by finding the witch that placed this curse on this boy,” I say.
“And how will you do that?” He asks, his voice softer this time.
“Through the curse.” I reply as I pick the jar. The boy is still unconscious but perfectly fine. The dark lines that move from his right leg up to his upper abdomen are gone. “If I channel my energy to this curse, I can find out who placed it. That is one of the abilities I possess.”
I still haven't forgotten about the bruises. Once the boy wakes up, I will find out.
I place my palm on the jar as I close my eyes. Doing this will cost me a lot. But if this will help in finding those bastards, I won't think twice before doing it.
As I channel my energy on the jar, my body is shaking, I can feel it. I tense a bit but quickly relax as I feel a strong arms wrap around me. His scent invaded my nostrils. I take it in as it calms me. I stop shaking, loving the spark and the feel of his touch.
I focus on what I'm doing. Finally, I see what I want. But I got confused. That isn't what I expect to see. The boy was cursed by his mother.
But how is that possible? His mother can either be a werewolf or a lycan. Or maybe she's a witch. But how?