Her Immortal Destiny

V.I.P

Misty POV

As I awoke to start the new day, my heart still fluttered in my chest. His tender kiss lingered on my lips, igniting an insatiable desire to be with him. Placing my hand on my chest, I felt the rapid beat of my own heart. To ground myself, I took a series of deep breaths before embarking on my daily routine. As the warm water cascaded over me in the shower, I couldn't resist repeatedly touching my lips, relishing the sensation.

The tingling sensation still lingered. It made me question if it was true that he really was my destiny. Conflicting with the beliefs I was raised with, the idea of immortal witches having mates seemed surreal.

After stepping out of the steamy shower, I dressed and walked into my room. To my surprise, Summer was sitting on my bed, causing me to stumble backward in shock. "Ever hear of knocking?" I muttered irritably.

"I did, and you did not answer," she responded, her voice filled with a hint of annoyance.

"Better be important," I said, trying to maintain a serious expression.

"Can't I just visit a friend?" she replied, her tone pleading.

"Real friends don't hide their relationship," I snapped back, realizing how fake of a friend Summer truly was.

Summer sighed and muttered, "Not my fault you're seen as dangerous." Then, she looked at me and continued, "The werewolf king was spotted entering and leaving this inn. We are tracking his movements."

"Do we have a reason for him leaving his territory?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"No, nor do we know who he was visiting. It is unlike him to leave his territory. The vampires are also trying to get their hands on the cursed child. There have been reports of them attacking the werewolf king's territory lately, and we discovered that many of them have been aided by a witch who seems to work for both the vampire lords and the werewolf king," she explained.

"So, someone dealing with forbidden magic," I sighed, feeling the weight of the situation.

"Correct. But it's not just that. Based on the description, they may be related to Endora," she revealed.

"I wouldn't be surprised. If they can create a curse like this, I'm sure they all dabble in dark magic. They are the only coven willing to sacrifice the lives of other immortal witches to protect a curse that will disrupt the balance," I said, my voice filled with anger.

"We need to be extra cautious. It is believed that they were responsible for the deaths of those sent before us. We obtained information that a vampire is meeting with this witch at a club-like establishment outside of town tonight. We should go and try to gather information and determine if they are indeed an immortal. It goes against our laws for them to work against our kind, regardless of the coven they belong to," she warned.

I nodded my head, fully aware of the gravity of the situation.

"I agree," I nodded. "We will go to this establishment tonight. We also need to learn the extent of protection on the werewolf king's land, so we know what we must break through to get to the cursed one."

"I will inform the others," Summer assured, her voice steady. "Just you and I will be going tonight. The rest will remain here and keep an eye on werewolf territory. I need every moment documented."

"Very well," Summer responded, rising from her seat and exiting my room. As she left, I couldn't shake the feeling that Endora's family might pose a threat. It was always safe to assume she had someone keeping an eye on the cursed child.

Once alone, I prepared to leave the room, craving the fresh air and the opportunity to use my own power to sense any magic employed by the werewolf king. The thought of his employ of witches was a constant reminder of the challenges we faced. My head throbbed, a sign that another premonition was being blocked by the binding spell on me.

Stepping outside, I was greeted by a sunny, warm day. The air held a crispness that invigorated my senses, surprising me with its purity. The entire town was lined with a lush forest, serving as a natural barrier between us and the werewolf territory. Despite our precarious location, the town seemed remarkably untouched by the troubles that came with being on the border.

I walked along the border between the dense forest and the town, softly chanting a small spell that heightened my ability to sense magic. As I expected, the air was thick with enchantments. It seemed like spells were everywhere, but at least I could navigate through them. The main challenge we faced was dealing with the werewolf king's warriors, Endora's vengeful family member, and the vampires who desired the cursed child. Removing them from the werewolf king's grasp was only one part of the task. The spell to annihilate them once and for all would require the full strength of my coven. I needed to find a way to secure an invitation onto the king's land. That would give me a chance to explore and uncover the extent of his protection. As there were no reports of the cursed child leaving his estate, I had to devise a plan to obtain that coveted invite.

Lost in thought, I continued my leisurely stroll, brainstorming ideas and relishing the crispness of the fresh air. Since the werewolf king often employed witches, I decided to spread my name throughout the market as a potion dealer. Perhaps he would take notice and send for me directly. Thankfully, my name wasn't well-known, even among the immortal beings. I was merely my mother's disappointment, and few even knew of my existence.

Curiosity led me to take a short detour to the town market, eager to familiarize myself with the surroundings and kickstart my plan for the potions. As anticipated, the market was small but brimming with vitality. The unmistakable scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air from the nearby bakery, infusing the atmosphere with a warm and inviting aura. The market was filled with life, bustling with humans who were oblivious to the hidden presence of multiple werewolves. The innocent laughter of children playing near a glistening fountain filled the air. It was scenes like this that ignited a fire within me, reminding me of the importance of my mission to protect the beauty that surrounded us all.

The day seemed to slip away quickly, and soon I found myself back in my room, preparing to leave the town with Summer. I reached for one of my few dresses, a black lace one that hugged my body perfectly. As I made my way to Summer's room to meet her, she gasped when she saw me. "That's what you're wearing?" she exclaimed.

I asked her what was wrong with it, to which she admitted, "Nothing, it's just not like you."

"Well, you don't spend much time with me, so you can't claim to know me,"I retorted.

We both stepped outside and climbed into a carriage. During the ride, I closed my eyes, wondering if Wyatt would still be awake when I returned. Shaking my head, I scolded myself for even thinking about him. After about twenty minutes, we arrived outside what appeared to be an abandoned building. "Are you sure this is the place?" I asked Summer, and she nodded. We got out and approached the door. Summer pulled out a strange coin from her pocket. A man opened the door, and she handed him the coin. After inspecting it, he let us in.

The inside was a stark contrast to the exterior, with lavish decorations and a cacophony of noise. I soon realized it was a club and underground casino, the perfect setting for crime where werewolves and vampires could blend in unnoticed. "There should be private sitting areas on the second floor to the right. That's where the witch meets most clients," Summer explained. "I couldn't secure us a table there, but we can sit at the bar nearby. With certain spells, we can observe and eavesdrop."

"Let's head to the bar then get a few drinks and fit into this crowd," I suggested to her as we walked up the steps. The sound of loud jazz music filled the background, intertwining with the scent of smoke that hung in the air. I despised places like these, where you could practically taste the malevolence emanating from some of the patrons.

At the bar, I decided to order a bottle of champagne, knowing that it would be a long night ahead. We found seats in a perfect spot that allowed us to blend in without drawing attention. After some time, a few gentlemen approached our table. Unlike me, who often turned them down, Summer eagerly invited them to join us. She claimed it helped us not stand out, but I knew she reveled in having men wrapped around her finger.

"You two aren't from around here, are you? I would remember pretty faces like yours," the man sitting close to me remarked.

"We are visitors looking for a little fun," Summer responded, her flirtatious demeanor shining through. "Well, you two are in good hands then," the other man chimed in, flagging down a server to order drinks.

My attention remained fixed on the private sitting area. Meanwhile, the conversation at our table faded into background noise, as simple nods sufficed to acknowledge the men's existence. Their sole goal for the night was to have us in their beds, rendering conversation unnecessary.

Finally, after some time, I watched as a man dressed in a sharp black suit ascended the stairs. Even from my seat, I could sense his vampiric nature. As he entered the area, I observed someone standing up, a figure that had gone unnoticed until now. "Interested in the VIP area, I see. Why not come with us? We have a table in there," the man sitting next to me suggested, finally capturing my attention.

"That would be much better than here," I admitted, allowing him to assist me in standing up. His hand rested on my side, and I discreetly held back my discomfort. For now, I had to play along to gain access to the VIP area. Although we could have utilized spells, the presence of other creatures made it risky. The men led us into the area, with Summer being chatty and giggling by my side.

"It's been a while since I've had someone this nice next to me," the man with me remarked. He pulled me closer, and I could feel the warmth and stench of his breath against my skin.

"It looks like the night is just starting," I said, attempting to catch a glimpse of who occupied the other table.

Another bottle of chilled champagne was ordered, the bubbles fizzing as it was poured into crystal flutes. The man beside me, his grip firm yet unsettling, grabbed my hand and pulled me into a dance that was uncomfortably close for my liking. I played along, my senses on high alert, trying to keep my focus on the table. As his hands roamed my sides, I could feel his touch lingering. Desperate to maintain composure, I muttered a spell under my breath, the words barely audible amidst the chatter around us.

Bits of conversation floated towards me, snippets of a discussion about the purchase of wolfsbane infused with witchcraft. It was a clandestine transaction, a potion of the black market. I remained in the man's arms, his name still a mystery to me, as my eyes scanned the room in search of the witch or warlock behind this illegal trade.

Finally, the man with the Vampire stood. At first, his back was turned to me, but as he spun around, our eyes locked for a moment. My heart skipped a beat as recognition dawned upon me. It was Wyatt. I couldn't help but pull away from the man I was with, needing space to gather my thoughts.

"Is there a place to get some fresh air?" I asked him, my voice laced with urgency. He pointed towards a small patio, offering to accompany me, but I declined. "No, I'll be back shortly. Can't miss out on too much fun, can I?" I replied with a forced smile, walking away from him. Stepping outside, I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the cool night air. Wyatt's unexpected presence had thrown me off balance. How could I have been so naive to trust him?

Lost in my own thoughts, I failed to notice anyone else approaching until a hand landed on my side, causing me to jump. "It's just me," Wyatt's voice reassured me. I glanced at him, a mix of surprise and disappointment evident in my eyes. "What are you doing in a place like this?" he questioned, his tone tinged with disapproval. "Out for a fun night," I responded curtly.

"Really? So, is that man your date for this evening?" he asked, a hint of anger creeping into his voice. I met his gaze, unflinching. "Does it matter?" I countered. He sighed, his frustration palpable. "I guess not. I just didn't expect to see you with someone like him," he admitted. Curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't help but inquire about his own company. "Why are you here with a vampire?" I probed. "Business," he confessed, his tone devoid of any remorse. "And you deal in black magic," I accused. "Yes, it pays the bills," he admitted nonchalantly.

Then, summoning all my courage, I asked the question I dreaded his answer to. "Are you part of Endora's coven?" His eyes widened in surprise, clearly caught off guard. "Yes, I am," he confessed. I froze, a mix of emotions swirling within me. The connection I still felt towards him was undeniable, even though he was my enemy. And now, with the knowledge that he may be responsible for the deaths of members of my coven, the stakes were higher than ever.