Chapter 137-1
Kiana
“You’re not focusing,” the Crone snarled and rapped her staff against the ground again.
“You give me that staff, and I’ll show you just how well I can focus,” I muttered under my breath as I
envisioned cracking the staff over her head.
Her eyes narrowed, an indication that she’d heard exactly what I said. Irene, Lunessa, and Janelle looked on nervously. Today’s training session was not going well. The Crone couldn’t figure out how I could almost drain an entire pack, but I couldn’t even pluck at one wolf’s pack bond. The wolf in question, a young juvenile named Elise, played happily in the grass.
Juveniles had essentially built up zero protections around their pack bonds. Pack children were claimed immediately, although the protection only went one way. They couldn’t provide for the pack until they were adults, but they were wide open to pack magic, which meant they were wide
open to me.
All I had to do was tug on her bond enough to show us her wolf. A little colored gleam of her eyes. Maybe a cub howl. Instead, she sat there, playing with her two stuffed animals while I stared at her doing absolutely nothing.
And the Crone yelled at me.
“I need a break, and we need to get this one back to her mother. It’s already half an hour after we promised to get her back.”
“Not until you’re successful,” the Crone snarled.
“No, now,” I snapped. “She is a child, and someone is concerned about her. I know you don’t understand that, but she is under my protection. She goes back. Now. Irene?”
With a small smile, the witch walked forward and gathered the child in her arms. Elise looked at me and yawned. “You make pretty colors,” she said with a grin. “I like it.”
Excellent. I couldn’t call to her wolf but apparently she could see my magic. That would do
wonders against Claudine. Maybe I could put on a lovely fireworks display while she tore the
mountain apart.
The Crone snarled silently, but I ignored her while I kissed Elise’s head. “You feel all right otherwise? Nothing strange?”
“No. I like it. It was fun. I can stay a little bit longer. I don’t wanna go back to Becky’s. She makes
me eat broccoli.”
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Becky was one of the pack nannies. I chuckled. “You’re not going to Becky’s. You’re going straight
to your mother, and maybe she’ll make you something yummy to eat.”
Elise’s eyes lit up as Irene carried her away. When she was gone, I planted my hands on my hips.”
No more children. I could have hurt her.”
“Why do you think you’re surrounded by witches? We would not have let that happen.”
“Sure. Witches who are absolutely powerless against my null magic,” I pointed out. “No more children. We start with something else. I don’t want to just go around draining wolves.”
“It’s the best defense you’ve shown,” the Crone argued.
“Yeah. Of bonds I can reach. I can’t reach Claudine’s bonds or anyone who isn’t part of this pack, so it’s useless. We do something else.” A headache was forming at my temples.
We glared at each other for a moment before light flashed from her staff and aimed straight at me. I yelped and jumped even though I knew whatever she’d flung at me wouldn’t affect me. “Let’s talk protective barriers,” she said. “Not against magic. You already have that naturally. Against
wolves.”
“Like a force field?” Despite my exhaustion, she had my attention. A forcefield would be very helpful.
“Yes. Enhanced boundaries.” The Crone circled the dirt around her with her staff. “Boundary magic is already part of your werewolf magic. You accept the magic of the land bound to your pack. You know when you’ve crossed into another territory. Your desire to mark your boundary, animalistic as it is, is an inherent part of you. This should be just like that. You mark your territory and mark it with
magic.”
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