The Gamma´s Equinox

Chapter Two: Reminisence In Bloom

Elyes

I woke up with a startle, my body jerking violently upwards as the nightmare of endless and brutal battle came back to me taking away my peaceful and quiet slumber. I sat down on the bed, seeing my hand shaking, my head was pounding with ache as someone was banging on it with a f*****g hammer.

I took my head into my shaking hands, massaging my temples and trying to release at least some of the tension and pain I was feeling right now.

There was a slight feeling of nudging at the back of my head, as something was trying to get out of my mind. The pictures, moments, images of different things were flashing in my mind, playing in front of my eyes as if it was a movie I was supposed to know but didn´t.

The mass of green inside the coven I grew up in were swirling inside my mind showing me the scenes of a laughing children using their magic to have fun, creating firework of lights. The girl with long red curly hair was smiling at me singing a very familiar song while a man and woman were dancing as I charmed a violin to play. It was a picture perfect image of a loving family.

Was it mine?

I tried to remember but with no avail, but I couldn´t. It was like if I had a block in my mine, everything I tried to push to see more, my head started burning, my magic sweeping through trying to burn to the aches anything and everything in its way. I couldn´t control it in that state, which made me even more angry.

It was a vicious circle.

"Arhhhh!" I grunted as another wave of pain went through my head making me almost hiss.

The weird sensation I felt in the pit of my stomach, something was telling me that those moments that I just saw in my dreams were important, but I didnt know why. I couldn't really remember anything from the night my coven and family were murdered by the werewolves.

The pack of werewolves to be more precise. I didn't know who or why, but they came and destroyed everything, leaving the bloodbath behind them. My family died that night, leaving me alone. I was still thinking back at the moment I tried to protect my sister, Eden, creating the shield around her, but unfortunately it didn't work and she was murdered by the werewolves too.

So, I was told.

The anger I would originally feel anytime I thought back at that night was nowhere to be found, which was very odd.

My head was about to blow off anytime now, but for the first time in years it wasn't because I was angry. No, I hadn't felt angry for a few days now which honestly was odd. Very odd, but nice at the same time. My head was for once not on fire and my magic was easily controlled.

Ever since I could remember, I used to be like a tickling bomb, anger would be gathering inside me little by little until there was no space left and then the real blowing started. I would burst into fire, literally, and destroy everything in my way.

I had my episodes a few times a year, before I learnt how to push my feelings away and I built the stone wall around my heart making it cold as ice, even though my magic was controlling fire, but I was resistable against it.

The training I underwent helped me tremendously strengthen and learn to control my feelings, my magic, increased my fighting skills until I was at the edge of my life. I developed an emotionless state of mind, not caring or thinking over anything I did. It was for the best.

I wasn't a good person.

I had killed innocent people, I had tortured and let people suffer.

I did it all for my master. It was an order and I was his soldier. He taught me how to be a man, how to fight using my magic and any other tricks that he had up his sleeves.

He saved me from the attack on my coven when I was just a teenage boy and I was entirely thankful to him. He showed me a purpose and the way to go, fulfilling my reverge to the werewolves' packs that we went over to. While I wasn't sure who it was attacking, I had always felt uneasy and restless killing or hurting the wolves I didnt know.

It was in the back of my head, the feeling that something wasn't quite right about it and that I was making a mistake, but I was just following my master.

Like a soldier I was.

I still remembered the night the rogues attacked the Wof Moon pack with my help as I was sent to find and bring the hybrid boy to my master.

He was in his bed, safely tucked under covers, not expecting anything. I felt the tug on my heart seeing the small, innocent child, who I could feel hadn't even developed his magical power yet. I would have felt the magic pulsing through him, but I wasn't able to sense it.

That meant the magic was not awake yet, but it would definitely be soon. He looked old enough to be at the age of getting his powers, although we didnt know what it would be.

I cut the sentimental feelings off, making myself stone cold as I usually was when I went for a mission and waved my hand making sure the doors were locked and soundproofed. I heard the voices of his parents coming from downstairs, well, they weren't his biological parents, as they were both werewolves for sure, but they still raised and took care of him.

Now, I would be taking him away from them. Another wave of pain filled my heart as a strange but pleasant smell filled my senses and there was a moment when I literally felt my heart being tugged in one direction.

There was something different on this pack, something I hadn't felt before. I almost wanted to abort my mission and went to sear for the amazing delicious smell.

I needed to get out of here as soon as possible, before I would start looking for the source of the smell and strange power luring me closer. I tried to ignore it and worked as fast as I could, making the boy sleep deeply with my magic and taking him into my arms. I also took a blue blanket and a brown bear toy.

I didn´t know what made me make such a decision, but I did. Creating the portal, I transferred us into the rogues´ territory as the first stop on my way.

I hated those mutts with passion, they were vicious people without any feeling of remorse or whatsoever. I knew it was probably hypocritical for me to say that when I wasn´t much better, but at least I wasnt hurting anyone innocent. Well, majority of the time I had tired, but sometimes there were victims of fights.

I was a monster when it came to werewolves. I wanted to kill them off.

All of them actually, but mostly the rogues I came to contact with and my master promised me that once they wouldn´t be of any use for us, I could.

I was looking forward to it.

Like a human child on Christmas day, expecting gifts.

And that day had come, sooner than I expected. The day before Equinox, one of the most powerful days for magicians, I felt the protective barrier I had created around their territory shake a little.

I wasn't really alerted or anything. I knew the barrier wasn´t breached entirely, the small gap I had left there was pushed a bit making me wonder who did it. I felt the magic shift, a little, almost barely catchable change, and had a suspicion.

Although, I didn´t act on it. I let the person come through and do what he wanted. I sensed his presence, but didn´t particularly care about it. If there was even the slightest possibility to get rid of the mutts, I would take it. I was already tired of listening to my master telling me no and to wait.

I wanted to speed it up a notch, so I did.

I sensed the presence following behind me and that rogue i***t I hated with passion. I didn't see him as he usual used very good invisibility potion and I couldn't sense anything, but that he clearly wasn't magician. When we entered the room where the rogue Alpha was the image that greeted me was horrendous. That poor girl again.

The rogues used her usually for cleaning, cooking, but sometimes there were occurrences like this one when she was forced to do more. I did the best I cloud to help her without any suspicion from roges´ side, I was after all considered their ally even though we were just using them as collateral damage. I was not so patiently waiting for the moment they would all die. Hopefully, with a terrible death.

This wolf coming here disguised could be the key to my success. Therefore, I let the werewolf go and discover the ground, finding out everything he wanted, knowing that they would probably come and fight the rogues off. It would be my chance to kill off some of them, the ones I hated the most and maybe I would also take a few of the foreign ones.

I couldn't even wait long for the army of pack wolves to appear the next day. What surprised the hell out of me was the cooperation of magicians with them. There was something familiar on them, as if I seen them before but I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination. I watched with satisfaction as they killed the rogues one by one smiling for myself, but then I saw my fellow magician and at acquaintance, Sabrina, being attacked by a sandy blond shewolf. I felt rage and anger coming to the surface. I created the fireball and threw it in the direction of the wolf, but then everything changed.

The uncontrolled rage I felt the majority of the time when I saw werewolves was pushed back when my eyes caught with hers. The fireball was heading towards her and the thought of me hurting her was making my insides burn and my heart squeeze painfully. I stopped the fireball seconds before it would hit and hurt her. I couldn't help myself. I didn't know why or what was happening to me, but I knew one thing. I would never hurt her.

The wolf was smaller that the rest of the warriors but fierce and strong, making something inside me stir a bit as I watched mesmersízed as she fought with Sabrina. Everything around me disappeared and I saw her change into a stunning woman.

Holly s**t!

I had never seen anyone more beautiful and capturing than her. The lovely cute full lips with a small button nose covered with freckles, the golden tanned and smooth skin and huge dove-like hazel eyes that matched her pale purple hair and killer body. From that moment on I knew I wanted to have her. I was a bit stunned by the feeling raging inside me. For the first time it wasn't a burning anger or outrage I felt.

No, it was a desire.

From that moment, the werewolf, she was on my mind every day and every minute. Toying with my mind, teasing with the images I saw during the fight. She was my torture and at the same time I sensed that she could also be my salvation. I was burning for her.

Quite literally.