The Alpha´s Oracle Witch

Chapter Eight: A Pecan Tart

Sawyer

I was a bit shaken from the unknown, and oddly enough, a pleasant feeling that went through me as I stepped a foot on the coven grounds. Determined to find out what it was, and why this place had been luring me in since the call from the High Priestess.

I sped up my steps, taking a lengthy stride towards the end of the long path. Soren was now growling restlessly inside me ready to jump into action, but what confused the hell out of me, he wasn´t feeling any danger or menace.

No, he seemed almost excited like a little pup.

´I am no pup,´ he huffed, displeased with my remark.

´Yeah, sure, then quit behaving like one,´ I retorted back.

I stopped walking, an astonished expression covered my face as I looked at the house in front of me. The Victorian-style mansion was large and imposing, three stories high with stone walls which were ornamented with a gabled roof. The mansion had two turrets and towers, where princesses were probably imprisoned, a chimney and highly decorative woodwork on the dark green walls.

It was like a gingerbread house being brought to life.

"Wow, that house looks fancy!" said Rhys, surprised, his blue-green eyes shining in appreciation.

I had to agree, it wasn´t what I expected from the witch coven´s residence.

"What did you expect? Creepy, old, creaking, abandoned and hunting manor with pumpkins and sculls everywhere?" asked Maeve, unimpressed.

"Pretty much," Rhys nodded with a grin and I was of the same mind.

A heavy looking front door opened and outside came a witch and a wizard. I could smell the powerful magic essence that was emitted from them, Soren instantly growled in my mind, showing dominance and power.

"Alpha Sawyer," said a tall, pretty woman around my mother´s age.

Her brown hair was tied up in a low bun, creating a serious look. Her eyes connected with mine and I could see that they were a very light blue colour, much like a glacier. Her right hand stretched in greeting and I took it. Her skin was surprisingly warm and smooth.

"High Priestess Georgiana," I nodded my head as I shook her hand, trying not to use much strength. I was not going to underestimate her strength by any means, but I was also not one to use power on women. I turned slightly, gesturing to the others standing behind me.

"These are my pack warriors Ian, Spencer and Rhys and my Gamma Maeve," I introduced them as they bowed their heads politely in greeting the coven leader.

Her serious expression softened slightly, and she agreed, "Pleasure to meet you all, welcome to The Raising Sun Coven," she said, and I nodded politely.

She then turned her head towards a young black-haired man who was around my age and a few inches shorter with the same very pale blue eyes, but his seemed cold and calculated. His whole posture screamed arrogant and hostile.

"This is my son Marcus, the future High Priest of The Raising Sun Coven." The young wizard, Marcus stretched his hand and I took it in a strong handshake.

He squeezed my hand tight but I didn´t give a damn, just followed his lead, seeing how he winced slightly before letting go of my hand.

"Pleasure," I tried to be polite and calm as much as I could, but every second I was getting more restless.

´Pleasure my arse,´ muttered Maeve through mind-link as my warriors smirked at his expression.

If this little wizard thought that he was of any match for me, then he was terribly mistaken. I could break him like a twig, repeatedly.

By now Soren was barking and howling like a lunatic, getting louder every damn second, making my head pound. I tried to block him, but he was fighting me for some reason.

´Put a sock in it!´ I snapped at Soren, irritated.

´Bugger off!´ he snarled back at me.

"Shall we proceed with the reason why are we here in the first place?" I gritted through my teeth as my wolf´s tantrum escalated, giving me a headache.

I was not here to make friends. My mission was to hear what the old Oracle saw and then hopefully leave with the same clue about what to do with rogues and where to find Lucas.

"Of course, please follow me." She said as she turned towards the big, beautiful mansion and started walking inside. The little wizard next to her followed one step behind.

As we entered the house, a large central hallway came into sight flowing into a giant, wide imperial staircase that for sure led into many, many grand rooms. We were led off the main hallway, to the right towards a small sitting room. The fireplace, situated on the interior wall, had a tall mantel of birchwood, the hearth is set with dark patterned tiles with dark green and grey floral tiles surrounding the firebox.

The tall Queen Anne-style windows were banded by emerald green curtains that were pushed aside to allow the rays of sunshine to enter and enlighten the otherwise dark-looking room. In the middle of the room, there was a comfortable looking dark green sofa with chairs on both sides and a small table situated in front of it.

A beige, expensive looking carpet was laid underneath the small table. Rhys and Spencer went to stand by the fireplace and Ian walked to the window, watching the outside as Maeve stayed position close to the door.

"Violet will be here shortly. I have already sent someone to fetch her." She announced in a calm, collected voice like nothing had happened and everything was just sunshine and rainbows.

Soren stirred after hearing that name. ´Violet,´ he growled, excited, ´such a pretty name.´

´What are you talking about?´ I asked, agitated at his mysterious remark, but he just barked enthusiastically, shaking his fur and standing tall and proud.

´What the hell is wrong with you? You are really pissing me off!´ I told him, rolling my eyes at him.

´You´ll see, now, fvck off!´ he barked back, and I huffed now freakishly annoyed with his recent behaviour.

The High Priestess must have seen the confusion on my face because she added, "The Oracle." I nodded my head in understanding, still having the inner battle with Soren.

"While we are waiting, I want to ask you a favour. During the recent attack, one of the pups, Lucas, was kidnapped. We brought a personal item of his and I thought that perhaps you could try to track him using your magic." I said, looking her straight in the eyes as leader to leader.

"Yes, of course. I will prepare the potion for locating spell myself." She agreed and I felt as if a little of the burden was lifted.

"Thank you," I said and gestured to Ian, who took the shirt out of his backpack and gave it to the witch, who put it down on the chair next to her.

"May I offer something to drink? Tea perhaps?" I glanced at others, seeing them nod.

"That would be lovely, thank you." I accepted the offer, watching her wave a hand as a gold-rimmed white bone china tea pot with a set of cups appeared out of nowhere on the small table. The tea pot lifted itself and poured steaming hot tea into seven individual cups.

"I apologise, but this is the only bone we have," snickered the wizard Marcus, gesturing to the fine porcelain.

"Marcus!" his mother warned with angry eyes.

´Twat!,´ Maeve mind-linked us and I saw her eyes flash at her wolf´s.

"How funny," I said sarcastically, which was absolutely lost on him.

"I hope your journey was pleasant," High Priestess Georgiana asked with a soft voice.

She didn´t seem to share the aversion against wolves as her son obviously did.

I nodded my head, "Yes, thank you." I said, gritting my teeth, ignoring the nitwit´s comment.

"Did you travel in your wolf form?" she pried, intrigued, and I saw her son scowl.

"We don´t want any fleas," he said with his arrogant and annoying voice.

I saw Maeve move a bit towards him, so I lifted my hand gesturing her to stop. I saw guys change a stance into more alerted after the comment as the High Priestess opened her mouth to say something, but I already had enough of this nonsense. Nobody disrespects me!

I took hold of his white ironed shirt as I brought his face closer to me, not playing around anymore, "Look here Merlin boy, you disrespect me once more and I will wipe the floor with you so badly that it won´t require any polishing for the next months to come. Do you understand?" I warned him, my self-control slipping as I fisted my hand pretending it was his

"Of course, typical," he spat, "you wolves always try to solve everything by fighting," he concluded with a sinister smirk on his face which I wanted to erase with my fist just to show him how well I know how to fight.

I was about to tell him where he could shove his opinions to, when I was stopped dead in my tracks as the most captivating smell hit me like a hurricane, tempting my senses, enticing my body to follow it till the end of the world. The aroma of roasted pecans enveloped me and instantly I remembered my grandma´s pecan tart with maple syrup. The heavenly sweet scent of roasted pecans, melted butter, brown sugar and vanilla.

The red-haired girl came back, followed by a shorter, curvier young woman with long ebony hair that reminded me of a dark night sky. She was scanning the room thoroughly, stopping and evaluating every new person before finally turning her gaze to me. I could see her profile from across the room, a small, upturned nose with fully cheery red lips.

I released that little wizard shit´s shirt and stepped back from him as I was not so patiently waiting for her to meet my gaze, as Soren was suddenly howling loudly and restlessly making me frown a little before chanting the one word that meant everything in the werewolves’ community.

´MATE! MATE! MATE!´

It was at that moment I realised that an alluring sweet pecan scent was drifting from her and when her smoky grey eyes framed by dark long lashes connected with mine, a part of my heart snapped in its place, making it whole now for the first time in my life.

I froze for a minute, seeing as her eyes rammed through my body, clearly satisfied as they connected to mine in the end.

My mouth opened before my brain even registered the action, a loud growl came out, "MINE!"