Free Enchanting Her Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Joanna Wilson Page A

eventually it was sailing along the shoreline. I peered into the darkness, knowing full well that I would never see him on this side of the wall, but hoping he’d be there anyway. I watched the leaf until it disappeared into the darkness, saying a prayer to the gods that the spell reached Brandon.
 
    Knowing I had done all I could for the moment; I crawled into bed and closed my eyes hoping sleep would finally come. With Mynx curled up beside me sending her soothing energy to me, I was finally able to sleep a few hours until the dawn awoke me with its gentle light.
     
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    Mynx scurried down the tree next to my balcony to hunt for breakfast while I showered and dressed for the day. After plaiting my hair into a long braid, I headed to the kitchen to say good morning to Amma.
     
    The smell of baking bread wafted on the air as I walked into the kitchen to find Amma just pulling a fresh loaf out of the oven and placing it beside some cooling blueberry muffins. “Good Morning, Amma,” I said, smiling as I kissed her cheek. “I’m going to go for a walk.” I took a muffin and an apple with me for breakfast.
     
    “Good Morning Nicole,” she answered, kissing my cheek in return. “Remember, we’ll be working on your scrying today.”
     
    “Okay.” I answered as I went out the door and followed the path to the shore. Every witch, male or female, has a strength, something that just comes more easily to them. My mother, for example, was a skilled wise woman, diagnosing ailments and making herbal remedies for every ill or condition she was confronted with. Amma, on the other hand, was a skilled kitchen witch. She could create magical food, which could heal, soothe, calm, or energize depending upon what was needed.
     
    I could cook, but didn’t have Amma’s instinct for it; I could put the right herbs together to make remedies, but I had to work hard to make an initial diagnosis. It didn’t come to me in the natural, easy way it did for my mother.
     
    I put these thoughts aside as I approached the dividing wall. I would find out now how skilled I was at sympathetic magic--the art of enchanting an object for a specific purpose, like that leaf last night. I hesitated as I reached the wall, afraid I would find the hole still stuffed full of my unread notes.
     
    “Oh Brandon,” I thought, “Please, please need me as much as I need you.” I pulled the stone out slowly, not wanting to look. I closed my eyes and prayed again, “Brandon, please.” I slowly opened my eyes and was relieved to find my notes gone. I looked closer and found a small, folded piece of paper. My heart pounded ecstatically as I stuffed it into my pocket and pushed the stone back into the wall.
     
    I practically ran towards my sanctuary, hurrying through the woods. I was close, almost there, when I felt a distinct tug on my necklace. I stopped in my tracks and pulled it out of my shirt to be sure. There! I happened again! I looked in the direction it was pulling toward but could see nothing out of the ordinary. I took a few steps in that direction and the pull became stronger, almost lifting the necklace off my chest.
     
    I peered into the trees intently, and after a moment felt sure I saw a slight movement. I could feel the weight of eyes upon me as my necklace reached forward toward something unseen. Sure that something was out there watching me, I continued to stare as I allowed myself to be pulled along by the will of the onyx stone as it sought its mate. I knew full well that only the perfectly matched moonstone that I had given to Brandon could explain this insistent tug.
 
    As I neared the dividing wall once again, I could see a shape taking form through the leafy underbrush . After a moment, I was confronted with a wolf with green, glittering eyes and sandy brown fur. Brandon! Not exactly what I meant when I cast my spell, but at this point I’d take what I could get.
     
    He moved toward me, his head easily clearing