Diana Castilleja [Aiza Clan 03] Unbound Trust (pdf)(1)

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She wanted him, adored him. Loved him. Brooke would die if only to know that Mitch could live
and the family would not be threatened. She was calm with her decision.
She didn’t turn around. She cherished him close to her heart already. Taking that final look would
be like making a final goodbye, admitting this was the end of their time, and she refused to believe
that was the case. Feeling the setting sun on her skin, she took the first step toward her destiny.
Brooke found the clearing when the shadows were at their longest, moments before the crest of
the sun would begin its final elusive disappearance. She set the bundle she carried down and spread
the cloth, setting out the candles to mark the edges. She lit them invoking the passages of the
Goddesses where her power originated from. Diana, Aphrodite, Andrasta, Selene, Luna, Nimue. She
asked each one for the strength to persevere, to grant her the courage to stay with her decision and to
not falter in her moment of need.
Her voice was quiet but strong as she chanted, moving with easy grace around the cloth lighting
the candles one by one as shadows floated and melded into the dusk before the dark. She felt strong,
welcomed the blessing of her power as it filled her. She warmed with the light of that strength as it
grew inside of her.
Her voice rose in cadence as she repeated the chant again as full night draped over her and the
world around her, dancing purposefully until she was breathless where she collapsed to her knees, her
head bowed and waited for their answer.
A single breeze trickled over her patient body and she shivered. The candle flames flickered but
didn’t die. The power wrapping around her was warm and kept her from losing all hope.
They could not stop him, but she had their support. It was more than she had hoped for.
She spoke reverently. “I accept your decision and I am thankful. I will abide by your choice and
defend my pack to my fullest ability.”
Brooke rolled to her feet and swept her palm mid-air across the cloth and the candles died
instantly. She folded the cloth and gathered the candles. She peered over her shoulder. The sun had
set.
She made a circuit of the clearing, chanting a protection spell four times, granting each of the four
winds to come to her aid to help her. Standing firm, searching the sky, she knew she was as prepared
as she could be, as strong as she physically knew how to be. The glow of the blood moon was rising. It
was time.
She stepped to the side, the full moon filling the sky behind her as a large, red, spherical sentinel
and she raised her arms, chanting the summoning spell.
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“Belphegor, Asmodeus, Satan, Lucifer, Beezlebub, Leviathan, Mammon. I call on the seven
princes of Hell, in the name of Belphegor.” The names flowed off her tongue, her voice lyrical, riding
into the night to carry her wish.
“I summon you to face my challenge.”
“Hear my voice and obey my summons.”
A drop of sweat rolled between her shoulder blades, but she ignored it. She repeated the
summons then let her hands sink to her sides to wait. It didn’t take long. Whether that was a good
sign or not, she couldn’t know.
An arrogant, graveled snarl filled the clearing. She fought off the feeling of dread it brought to her.
“Who dares to summon me?” it thundered, leaves shaking in its wake, in horror. “Mortal witch,
thee try me.” The voice growled, a demonic vibration that left a heinous, bitter taste on her tongue and
a darker cloud on her mind.
“I am the keeper of the blood heart. You and I have a word to share,” she informed it coolly.
“Ah, yes,” it purred, the voice rolling between the trees. A wind whipped through the branches
overhead, blowing her tunic and hair into a swirling mass. A man appeared from the treeline as it died
down. He was easily as tall as Roman but wiry with midnight hair and moss green eyes that flashed
with fire in the moonlight. “Thee have made quite a bit of sport, daughter of the moon,” the imposter [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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