Chapter 6

“Feno Kelmyar. What brings you to my little hole in the wall?” a deep, husky voice asked as they walked into the store.

Mystic Moon was a magical supply store. On the outside, Willow assumed that it was just a novelty store, but once inside, she could feel the power buzzing in the room.

This was the real deal.

Willow’s gaze moved around the store, and she knew that any other day, she would love to spend hours in here, browsing and shopping.

“I need your help, Sunny,” Feno announced.

Willow turned her eyes to the tall witch behind the counter. She was a beauty, with long blonde locks flowing down her back. She was a thin, delicate witch, and her eyes were currently locked on Willow.

“What is she doing here?” Sunny snapped, the smile disappearing from her lips.

“You know who she is?” Feno stopped at the counter.

“Of course I do. Every witch connected knows that this is Delia Moss’s granddaughter. You don’t belong here, witch,” Sunny sneered.

“Watch it.” Feno growled low. His powers broadcasted out, creating a rumble in the store. The glasses clinked and shook.

“No, it’s quite all right. I’ve become used to my people shunning me for something I had nothing to do with,” Willow said, standing next to Feno, not backing down from the witch.

“Your own coven said that you had something to do with Delia’s disappearance?—”

“So you know Delia is missing?” Feno cut in, his keen eyes locked on the witch.

Sunny turned her gaze to Feno, and her eyes softened toward him.

Willow didn’t like the look on the witch’s face while she stared at Feno. Willow wanted to jump across the counter and scratch her eyes out.

He was hers?—

Her eyes widened at the admission.

Impossible.

There was no way that after one night, the gods would reveal her true half—her soulmate.

“Of course I know about it. They’re saying that this little witch you brought into my store took her own grandmother out so she could have control over the Lunar Coven!”

“That is a lie!” Willow bellowed and slammed her fist down on the counter. The lights flickered as she glared at the witch. She was so tired of everyone blaming her for Delia’s disappearance.

If Feno thought this woman would be able to help her, then she would have to show her.

Willow closed her eyes and welcomed the energy building up in her. Pushing the memory of her last encounter to Sunny, she opened her eyes and found Sunny quiet. The whites of her eyes were showing. Willow revealed to her the situation.

She knew she was using strong magic, which was something not every witch was able to do. She had always hidden just how powerful she was, but now, dammit, the gloves would be coming off. She would clear her name, find her grandmother, and prove she was the rightful heir of the Lunar Coven.

The Lunar Coven was one of the most powerful covens in the country, and Willow would be damned if it was stripped away from her.

“What are you doing?” Feno eyed the two women.

“Proving my innocence,” she growled.

Sunny’s body finally relaxed, almost falling over. The memory ended. She gripped the counter and turned her blue eyes to Willow, gasping for breath.

“How do I know you didn’t alter that memory?” Sunny gasped.

Willow could see the slight hint of awe in the witch’s eyes.

“If you’re a high level, then you know that no one can alter the past. You saw and heard the argument between my grandmother and me. Someone is feeding the community the wrong information. I would never hurt her. I’m her flesh and blood. I will find her, with or without your help,” Willow snapped.

Sunny stared at her while she regained her composure. “Delia’s my friend. I’ll help you find her.”

“Thank you.” Willow nodded to the witch, feeling somewhat satisfied to finally win over the first of her kind.

Sunny came from behind the counter, jogged to the door, and flipped the sign over to closed, then locked the door and walked toward them.

“Follow me,” she said.

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“Do you have something of Delia’s with you?” Sunny asked Willow.

They walked deep into the woods near Sunny’s store, carrying a backpack.

“Yes, I do. I was able to grab her hairbrush when I was at her house, before they kicked me out,” Willow admitted.

“Good. It’ll give us a piece of her. We can try to use our powers to locate her.”

Feno looked around but didn’t sense any threat in the woods. He was the biggest predator around and knew that most animals would stay away.

They broke through the woods and came to a small lake. Feno was unfamiliar with how witches wielded their powers and spells. His magic was much darker and more powerful. Witches pulled their powers from the elements.

He stood back and watched the two witches set their bags down and take items out: a large wooden bowl, a dagger, Delia’s hairbrush, and a few plants. They set up close to the water’s edge, where Willow kicked off her shoes and drew up her skirt then walked into the water. He chuckled; she exclaimed about the coldness of the water on her toes.

“You’ll need to help your mate.” Sunny came to stand by him.

“Excuse me?” Was it that obvious that Willow was his?

“I can see the way you watch her, stay near her. It’s obvious that your animal has laid claim to her. She’s a very powerful witch, and it only makes sense that her mate be someone just as powerful.”

“She doesn’t know yet,” he murmured, his eyes going back to Willow.

She was beautiful and practically glowed as she walked back onto the land and placed her bowl filled with fresh lake water on the ground near her setup.

“The spell she’s about to perform is one that’s above my level. I’ll help her as much as I can, but your power will act as a conductor and give her the strength she needs.” Sunny turned her eyes to him, but his were locked on Willow.

Feno had never disclosed to Sunny what he was. Like anyone else, she just knew he was a powerful shifter. If she had guessed it, she’d never said anything.

“What’s she trying to do?”

“She’s going to connect with her grandmother.” Sunny walked back to Willow and sat across from her on the ground.

Feno watched in awe. Willow pulled her hair into a messy bun on top of her head. She crossed her legs in front of her then lit a small fire in the dirt pit she had created between them.

“What do you need me to do?” he asked, coming to stand next to them.

“Sit on the ground behind her,” Sunny directed. “You’ll know when she needs you.”

He watched Sunny place a few of the herbs in the bowl of water. They mumbled in a language he was unfamiliar with.

The stone bowl was then placed near the fire. Willow took Delia’s brush and tugged a few strands of hair from it and cast them into the fire.

The air was full of electricity. She chanted and took the dagger and pierced the tip of her finger, squeezing a few drops of blood into the flames. The tips of the fire rose high. She then squeezed her blood into the bowl of water and herbs.

His dragon roared. Willow’s chant grew louder. Her loose tendrils of hair floated, the wind blowing around them. He moved closer to her, and she rested her arms on her legs.

She needed him.

He placed himself directly behind her, where she was cradled between his legs. Her head flew back against his chest. Their powers entwined with each other. His cock stiffened at the feel of her body coaxing his powers into hers.

He closed his eyes and drew her to him, loving this new, electrifying feeling of her. His breaths came fast, the smell of her arousal driving his dragon crazy, but he had to push that aside.

She needed him.

He was close to climaxing and fought to hold back his release, their energies merging into one.