The Second Covenant

The scream that welled up from inside me shattered the rest of the windows, and over my scream I heard laughter. Triumphant laughter. But I ignored it and leaned over my mate, my tears splashing on his pale face as I tried to understand, tried to breathe, he…. I slumped over him, my face at his throat as I wept, as my wolf howled in denial, screaming for him. Hands tried to pull me away and I shoved them back, shoved hard.

‘Lost your pet little witch?’
Mason sneered and I think I went a little crazy, something inside me snapping like an old rubber band. I touched my hand to Druex’s chest and raised a shield around him, one so powerful it glowed a milky blue around him.
‘I told you little girl, your paltry circle is no match for me. I am timeless, I am powerful.’

I stood up slowly, feeling every breath of air, heard every heartbeat, smelled every scent in the room, no matter how minute, I felt, heard and scented it all. I hadn’t ever known true rage, I hadn’t ever before known true hate and true despair, until now. “And I am the pissed off.” I said and threw every bit of my own power at him. Something on my arm burned and the words I spoke came from a part of me I hadn’t known I had. I used my other hand to call the mirror off the wall, sliding it into the circle until it was under the space where Mason hovered above the floor.
“Freedoms Loss must be unwitting, into the glass to do my bidding.”

The creature that was Mason Shaw was sucked into the mirror like it was a huge vacuum. He screamed and cursed the whole time, trying to claw his way out, but the rage and emotion behind my power made it impossible. Wind blew like a hurricane around me, but I was a rock, a pillar of glowing power and only my hair was lifted and tugged at by the gale as Mason fought.

“Outside of Time, Outside of Gain,” My voice cracked as the pain flowed through me. “Know…only sorrow.” I sobbed. “Know only pain.” With a howl, he was sucked into the mirror and the silver reflection turned black, solid black. It rocked around for a moment, and then stilled and there was silence in the room.

I looked around at the drawing room, the back wall that faced the garden was gone, all the windows shattered, paper from books that had been blown up were floating like feathers on the air. “Is it over?” Riley said as he picked himself up from behind one of the couches, he had a bleeding cut over his eye but I was starting to go numb, to cold and dead inside to care. “I think so.” His father answered and looked from me to where my mate lie, dead. Because of me.

The wolves started to gather around the bubble I had around Druex, the scent of their grief making at madness inside me burn brighter. “I’ll fix this.” I said, more to myself, but Declan and Donovan came to me and tried to hold me between them, for comfort, but I pushed them away. “I will, I’ll fix it.”
“Cherish, honey, it’ll be okay.” My father said and I must have looked wild or something because they all tried to calm me down. “I’ll make it right.” I said and dropped the shield from around Druex. “I will.” I kept saying it as I knelt down beside Druex, kept saying it because I had to believe it. He wasn’t going to stay dead. I would find a way. I was the powerful one. I was the hybrid with super freaky and unlimited powers. Grandpa said so. “How can you make it right?” Dax snapped. “He’s dead.”
“It wasn’t her fault.” Peyton snapped back and Dax rounded on him, but I wasn’t listening. “Yes it is. My fault, and I’ll fix it.”

I let my hand linger on Dreux for a moment and then decided to take him somewhere where he would be safe. Until I could fix it. I smoked us both from my father’s house, to the colony house, down into the chamber where Grandfather Lucas had kept Aria. I lay him on the bed and petted his beautiful hair as the grief overwhelmed me. “I’m going to fix this Druex. I promise. I love you too you know. I’m so sorry.” I don’t know how long I cried, but when there weren’t any more tears to cry, I wiped my eyes and stood up, holding my palm above him as I spoke. “With this rhyme, I take you out of time.”

A bubble of blue magic formed from my palm and grew until it surrounded his body. Now he wouldn’t decay or be harmed by anything. He was suspended in time, if a hundred years went by, he would remain just as he was. I left him there, as thought he was only sleeping and stood in the center of the chamber where my ancestors had sat and gathered for centuries. I let my magic spread to the shelves of books and called for one of them. “I need a spell to reverse death.” I said, but nothing happened. No books came off the wall like they would have if they had contained even a mention of reanimation. I dropped my head and tried again, but again, nothing happened.

I stood there, my brain trying to muddle through the haze of pain and loss. But I kept seeing his face, his eyes when he told me he loved me. The world had stopped, time had ceased to be and I… My head jerked up. “Time.” Grandfather Lucas had said time was relative. “Time. I need time.” I breathed and dashed the tears from my face. It was then that I noticed the mark on my arm. I frowned at it and pulled the sleeve back from my left arm. It looked like a brand, like a Phoenix. But whatever, it wasn’t important now. I knew I could find a way now.