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Wasn't able to finish this part as long as I wanted to, but ah, well. :3 I'm sure you all will love it anyway. Next part will have Ralph(Acton) return I swear! :D and then some... :P
Chapters:
1) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2764870
2) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2801051/
3) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2804963
4) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2810590/
5) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2821802/
6) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2823835/
7) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2829436/
8) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2837954
9) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2849509/
10) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2852713/
11) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859205/
12) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859219/
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Where did it all go wrong?
I used to be this wonderful kid, always happy and cheerful. I went to school every day and did my homework. I ate dinner, talked gossip with my parents, went to bed, and dreamt peacefully. And there was Ralph, always supportive and there for me, always faithful and loyal, never arguing with me. Even when we talked he said he’d prefer just listening to me and hear my voice. He was always a sweet kid. I remember a time where there wasn’t always a rain cloud over my head. With this new gift of walking, you’d think that I could finally feel a ray of light shine down on me.
But all I can feel are the raindrops drenching my head and burning my senses. In two nights, I’m going to lose my humanity forever and everything that goes with it—my life, my future, my father and friends—just to run around as a stupid animal who’s only interest are hunger, lust and the urge to defecate. Now I don’t even have that. Ralph’s deserted me, the pack has rejected me, and I’m so ugly as a wolf. Where did it all go wrong?
I returned back home last night using my nose, getting back into my nightgown and crawling back into my room, hoping not to wake up Daddy. I curled up into my bed, panting involuntarily for being so hot, and tried to sleep and dream. Try and forget about everything I saw last night and hopefully wake up as a human. All I felt in my dreams was sadness.
I was running through the forest, I think as what Balun and Acton were like, only I was a glimmering silver wolf. I could see them across a vast hole, with no way around. A quick leap and I could be by their side, to let me nuzzle my chest against their bodies and sniff and nibble their manes, whining in submission. Just to let them know I was so sorry for what I had said and done to Ralph. I just wanted to feel accepted from someone, anyone.
But this dream didn’t turn out that way. I fell down a pit of a thousand arms, thousands of decaying rotting arms the color of brown and green. They grabbed my hindpaw, and it slowly shrank back into a human foot, the fur flying off. I struggle to claw my way out of the hole, but the dirt is like mud, and I fly back into the pit, slowly becoming human as their rotting nails dig deep into my sensitive skin. Balun and Ralph stood on the edge, staring at me with some satisfaction. I cried out to Ralph to have mercy, to help me in my time of need. All I can see on his face, as the hands push in my muzzle and cover my eyes, is satisfaction.
And then I woke up, my bed wet from tears. It was dawn and my body had changed back to normal. I guess that means until the full moon, the changes aren’t permanent. That’s a good thing, I suppose now, but it’s not what I wanted. What would Dad think of me when he saw me as that hairy thing I saw in the water? I’m afraid he would reject me utterly, that he would renounce he ever had a daughter. I can’t bear the thought of losing my only family left.
I thought then that maybe it would be a good idea to tell him about what I was. When he woke up, I tried to hint at him about what I’ve become at first—subtle gnawing and growling during breakfast, howling out the window on the way to work—then I tried to actually just say it to him, but he just laughed, saying I’ve been reading too much of that Alice Borchadt. When I pushed it, he threatened to not celebrate in honor of getting the job at Ben & Jerry’s.
That’s right, though I suppose it really doesn’t matter. I got the job at Ben & Jerry’s, though it really wasn’t a surprise. Dad did most of the talking and he had written most of the application himself. Whatever he had put on there really impressed Mr. Reynolds, and I really said nothing much. I was just too busy trying to figure out how to tell my Dad I’m a werewolf. All my efforts proved fatal, and I didn’t want to make my dad look like an idiot in front of my boss.
So now we’re home and my dad’s making me my favorite dinner: Chicken Broccoli Bake with parboiled rice and homemade dinner rolls. You know, the kind that come in sections and you can break them apart into thirds without actually tearing the bread? That’s always been my favorite meal and I think the one part that makes my mouth water now is the chicken, it’s stringy flesh sinking inbetween my teeth. I still feel terrible, but if I actually eat this, then maybe I won’t feel so bad about what I did last night either. Still, the veggies and grains don’t seem quite as appealing as they used to. Ah, well. I’ll eat them all up anyway. You never know when you’ll get your next meal.
I walk outside our house, pacing in circles. I’m so restless right now and Dad says it’s okay to get some exercise while I wait. I just want to say I’m so sorry for everything to Ralph—no, to Acton.—for being so vindictive to him and for causing him so much grief. I’d also wonder what Balun would say or think, but I see him leaning on Mrs. Geldson’s fencepost. He’s in human form and he doesn’t look quite pleased.
He scowls at me with disapproval. “You hurt Acton last night, you know.”
I hang my head low. I don’t want to hear this from him. “I know.”
“You also were a fool to come to the pack last night! Do you have any idea of what you could risk for coming so early?” He came up to me, growling lowly. He was so close to me I swear I could feel his breath on me. I crouch down a little, involuntarily whimpering. “At least you’ve learn some manners, now.”
“Please, I’m sorry. I just don’t know what to do.” I say, not looking once into his face. I don’t want to see his red eyes glaring at me. I feel terrible enough already.
“You can first try to stay out of trouble by staying out of the forest. At least until I come for you. And don’t tell your father about us, either. That’s not going to help one bit.”
“But, he—”
“Humans hate us. They all do. Even if your father doesn’t believe you, what do you think he’ll do when he sees you tonight? Do you honestly think a human could ever love and accept an animal as their own kind?”
Animal.
I say nothing to him. Everything he says to me right now stabs at me. Then I ask myself why am I being so submissive to him right now?
Suddenly, he turns his head back at Mrs. Geldson’s house. “I don’t have much time here. I must go. Just one last thing…” He said as his face furred and nose blackened. “Try not looking for Acton right now. I know he’ll forgive you, faithful and devoted like a dog, but it’s best you wait until he’s ready.” Then he was off, sprinting on all fours, snarling into the woods. One thing bothers me, though. Is he afraid of Mrs. Geldson? I know she’s kind of crazy, but what’s so scary about a harmless old woman?
Something moves in the grass, it’s one of her cats. I think her name is Tickle. A rather plump a fat gray tabby, she hisses and slashes her claws at me, hair standing on end and ears flattened. This little fat dumpling dares to frighten me off. I could live off her for a week. I bare my teeth and reach for her, but Tickle crawls under the fence post and moves for the fence post. I jump clear over six feet of it and charge after it in her lawn, snarling with my teeth hanging out. You can’t escape me, little fat one.
And then there was pain. Searing pain flared into my skull, my eyes feeling ready to burst. I clutch my head and stagger back from the house. What’s suddenly come over me.
“I warned you, twisted child of Calu! Now feel the power of Metatron, and the seal which I’ve set up over my home! Fall! Fall and perish, shrivel like a weed before the true power of the Great Almighty!”
I fall to my knees! It hurts so much! I can still hear her going on about something. But I’ve come back to my senses now. And I forget all about my impulsive desires to be a wolf. I just want to live! I extend out a hand to who I think is Mrs. Geldson. “Wait! Stop!”
“I will not console with a servant of Belial. You are just like my nephew, Marcus, who damned himself by stealing some of my most secret spells! Power hungry fool. Now you will share the same fate as him.”
Marcus? Balun called himself Marcus once. Is that the same Marcus she’s talking about. I had to say something to her. “No, you don’t understand!” I grunt, my strength leaving me. I can barely support myself on my hands and knees. “I never asked for this curse!”
She frowns, her hands lowering. “Explain, demon, while you can still speak! Make haste, for you have not long to live.”
“Your nephew, Marcus, he’s cursed my lover and now he’s cursed me, hoping to take me under the same spell. He’s taken away his memory, his life as a human. I just want him back, while I still have any strength in my mind to resist these urges to be a wolf! Please!” I fall flat on the floor, but even now it feels like the earth is trying to suck me, crush me flat as a piece of paper. Please, not like this! Not like this!
Then it stops. The pain is gone. I can move again freely. She walks over to the grass and helps me up, brushing off any dirt I got on my blouse and jeans. “How very interesting. You must be strong to resist my nephew’s will for so long. Come. I will make some tea and then we’ll talk.”
And so we went inside and after bringing all the cats outside, we sat down and both had cups of tea. I think it was a special type of leaf from South America, though I can’t remember its name. She asked me about my family and who I was and I reminded that I was her neighbor for some time for the past ten years, even though we’d hardly gotten to know each other. She always seemed kind of weird to my parents, especially the time when we brought over cookies to show our good will.
She placed her tea down, stroking her beloved Tickle. She just won’t give up that last cat of hers.“They were actually quite delectable, your Mother was always a fine cook. I’m sorry to say I never got to say thank you. I spend my time studying the ways of the Wiccan.”
“Wiccan? You mean you’re a witch?”
“Witch, heavens no!” She frowns, her tone sharpening. “We are students of the natural ways of magic, though I don’t think I’ll go into too much detail with you. I’m sure you have your own ideas of theology, yes. Now to business.”
She hunches over and removes a box from under her sofa chair and slowly begins to open it. I have a look around at her home and see quite a few picture frames of family members, one of which is marcus, along with several posters entirely in Latin. Across the house on the whitewashed walls are engraved symbols and seals of various kinds. Most likely to ward off evil spirits, I’m assuming.
Then she clears her throat and I turn attentively to a large book of some kind. It has metal braces decorated with animal claws for binders and the book seems to be covered in some old animal hide.
Centered in a metal mantle is a moving eye—I’m totally not kidding! A moving eye!—with several inscriptions carved into the cover. A seal was placed at the bottom of the book, but for what reason, I can only guess.
“This,” She says slowly, holding the book firmly in her old hands. “Is the original Lemegeton, one of the oldest arcane grimoires in all our history. I’m sure you’ve actually seen hogwash copies of it in your common library.”
I shake my head. “Not at all. How did you come across it?”
“When I was a little girl, about your age, I found it on sale on the streets of Rome. Some merchant was selling it, unknowing of its true nature. I have kept it to myself ever since, perfectly hidden, knowing one day that someone wicked would try and use it to invoke it’s most darkest secrets. When Marcus first met me, he was interested in magic just as I was when I was little. He was impatient and had his own ideas on how magic ought to have been used, but I ignored his lust for power. I never imagined he would actually try to steal from the Lemegeton itself.”
She opened up the page, a ghastly breath coming out of the book, hold it up to me, I then notice it. “Seven pages in total he stole from the grimoire, most notably the Curse of Calu.”
“The Curse of Calu?”
“The Estruscan God of the Wolves. The Curse of Calu is a transfiguration spell, which turns the target into a wolf him or herself, and all that he bites.” She sighs heavily, removing her glasses and rubbing her forehead. “He’s also taken lesser spells, including a memory charm, a healing spell, a sleeping spell and half a counter spell made specifically for lifting the Curse of Calu. And he’s apparently been putting them to malicious use of his, slowly transfiguring troubled adolescents into twisted creatures like himself and getting away with it.”
So that’s the source of all his power. Now I understand. “Isn’t there something you can do about it?”
“He also stole a counter spell that’s specifically designed to block out any other counter spells trying to undo his. He thought of everything, but I suppose it doesn’t matter now.” She says, smiling thinly. “While he has been slaving away at making his own pack of wolves, I have been at work on making a purification seal, one that negates all forms of magic, good or bad, but it’s still in preparation. It might be able to save you and your lover as well.”
I look up at her and ask her. “How long will it take to finish?”
She looks at me seriously. “A month.”
My heart sinks. A whole month! A whole month isn’t good enough! I’ll be under his full power by then! “Is there no other way?”
“No, I’m afraid not. But I can give you this.” She takes out a little necklace from the same box and puts it around my neck. The symbol on it is a star with several runs inscribed in each point. “This is the Seal of Solomon. It will protect you from the effects of my nephew’s dark magic. Only when you take it off will you fall victim to his power. No matter what he tries to put in your mind, you must not take it off. Understand?”
“So you’re saying that if I keep this on, I’ll remain human even when the moon is full?”
“Yes. But you must remember to never take it off, understand? It doesn’t lift the curse, it only suppresses it. At the very least, It should keep you safe until I’ve completed the purification spell.” She smiles, I never noticed her smile before with those crooked teeth. “It seems my prayers have finally been answered. At last I can save the world from unleashing the very Devil into this world.”
Chapters:
1) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2764870
2) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2801051/
3) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2804963
4) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2810590/
5) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2821802/
6) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2823835/
7) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2829436/
8) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2837954
9) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2849509/
10) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2852713/
11) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859205/
12) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859219/
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Where did it all go wrong?
I used to be this wonderful kid, always happy and cheerful. I went to school every day and did my homework. I ate dinner, talked gossip with my parents, went to bed, and dreamt peacefully. And there was Ralph, always supportive and there for me, always faithful and loyal, never arguing with me. Even when we talked he said he’d prefer just listening to me and hear my voice. He was always a sweet kid. I remember a time where there wasn’t always a rain cloud over my head. With this new gift of walking, you’d think that I could finally feel a ray of light shine down on me.
But all I can feel are the raindrops drenching my head and burning my senses. In two nights, I’m going to lose my humanity forever and everything that goes with it—my life, my future, my father and friends—just to run around as a stupid animal who’s only interest are hunger, lust and the urge to defecate. Now I don’t even have that. Ralph’s deserted me, the pack has rejected me, and I’m so ugly as a wolf. Where did it all go wrong?
I returned back home last night using my nose, getting back into my nightgown and crawling back into my room, hoping not to wake up Daddy. I curled up into my bed, panting involuntarily for being so hot, and tried to sleep and dream. Try and forget about everything I saw last night and hopefully wake up as a human. All I felt in my dreams was sadness.
I was running through the forest, I think as what Balun and Acton were like, only I was a glimmering silver wolf. I could see them across a vast hole, with no way around. A quick leap and I could be by their side, to let me nuzzle my chest against their bodies and sniff and nibble their manes, whining in submission. Just to let them know I was so sorry for what I had said and done to Ralph. I just wanted to feel accepted from someone, anyone.
But this dream didn’t turn out that way. I fell down a pit of a thousand arms, thousands of decaying rotting arms the color of brown and green. They grabbed my hindpaw, and it slowly shrank back into a human foot, the fur flying off. I struggle to claw my way out of the hole, but the dirt is like mud, and I fly back into the pit, slowly becoming human as their rotting nails dig deep into my sensitive skin. Balun and Ralph stood on the edge, staring at me with some satisfaction. I cried out to Ralph to have mercy, to help me in my time of need. All I can see on his face, as the hands push in my muzzle and cover my eyes, is satisfaction.
And then I woke up, my bed wet from tears. It was dawn and my body had changed back to normal. I guess that means until the full moon, the changes aren’t permanent. That’s a good thing, I suppose now, but it’s not what I wanted. What would Dad think of me when he saw me as that hairy thing I saw in the water? I’m afraid he would reject me utterly, that he would renounce he ever had a daughter. I can’t bear the thought of losing my only family left.
I thought then that maybe it would be a good idea to tell him about what I was. When he woke up, I tried to hint at him about what I’ve become at first—subtle gnawing and growling during breakfast, howling out the window on the way to work—then I tried to actually just say it to him, but he just laughed, saying I’ve been reading too much of that Alice Borchadt. When I pushed it, he threatened to not celebrate in honor of getting the job at Ben & Jerry’s.
That’s right, though I suppose it really doesn’t matter. I got the job at Ben & Jerry’s, though it really wasn’t a surprise. Dad did most of the talking and he had written most of the application himself. Whatever he had put on there really impressed Mr. Reynolds, and I really said nothing much. I was just too busy trying to figure out how to tell my Dad I’m a werewolf. All my efforts proved fatal, and I didn’t want to make my dad look like an idiot in front of my boss.
So now we’re home and my dad’s making me my favorite dinner: Chicken Broccoli Bake with parboiled rice and homemade dinner rolls. You know, the kind that come in sections and you can break them apart into thirds without actually tearing the bread? That’s always been my favorite meal and I think the one part that makes my mouth water now is the chicken, it’s stringy flesh sinking inbetween my teeth. I still feel terrible, but if I actually eat this, then maybe I won’t feel so bad about what I did last night either. Still, the veggies and grains don’t seem quite as appealing as they used to. Ah, well. I’ll eat them all up anyway. You never know when you’ll get your next meal.
I walk outside our house, pacing in circles. I’m so restless right now and Dad says it’s okay to get some exercise while I wait. I just want to say I’m so sorry for everything to Ralph—no, to Acton.—for being so vindictive to him and for causing him so much grief. I’d also wonder what Balun would say or think, but I see him leaning on Mrs. Geldson’s fencepost. He’s in human form and he doesn’t look quite pleased.
He scowls at me with disapproval. “You hurt Acton last night, you know.”
I hang my head low. I don’t want to hear this from him. “I know.”
“You also were a fool to come to the pack last night! Do you have any idea of what you could risk for coming so early?” He came up to me, growling lowly. He was so close to me I swear I could feel his breath on me. I crouch down a little, involuntarily whimpering. “At least you’ve learn some manners, now.”
“Please, I’m sorry. I just don’t know what to do.” I say, not looking once into his face. I don’t want to see his red eyes glaring at me. I feel terrible enough already.
“You can first try to stay out of trouble by staying out of the forest. At least until I come for you. And don’t tell your father about us, either. That’s not going to help one bit.”
“But, he—”
“Humans hate us. They all do. Even if your father doesn’t believe you, what do you think he’ll do when he sees you tonight? Do you honestly think a human could ever love and accept an animal as their own kind?”
Animal.
I say nothing to him. Everything he says to me right now stabs at me. Then I ask myself why am I being so submissive to him right now?
Suddenly, he turns his head back at Mrs. Geldson’s house. “I don’t have much time here. I must go. Just one last thing…” He said as his face furred and nose blackened. “Try not looking for Acton right now. I know he’ll forgive you, faithful and devoted like a dog, but it’s best you wait until he’s ready.” Then he was off, sprinting on all fours, snarling into the woods. One thing bothers me, though. Is he afraid of Mrs. Geldson? I know she’s kind of crazy, but what’s so scary about a harmless old woman?
Something moves in the grass, it’s one of her cats. I think her name is Tickle. A rather plump a fat gray tabby, she hisses and slashes her claws at me, hair standing on end and ears flattened. This little fat dumpling dares to frighten me off. I could live off her for a week. I bare my teeth and reach for her, but Tickle crawls under the fence post and moves for the fence post. I jump clear over six feet of it and charge after it in her lawn, snarling with my teeth hanging out. You can’t escape me, little fat one.
And then there was pain. Searing pain flared into my skull, my eyes feeling ready to burst. I clutch my head and stagger back from the house. What’s suddenly come over me.
“I warned you, twisted child of Calu! Now feel the power of Metatron, and the seal which I’ve set up over my home! Fall! Fall and perish, shrivel like a weed before the true power of the Great Almighty!”
I fall to my knees! It hurts so much! I can still hear her going on about something. But I’ve come back to my senses now. And I forget all about my impulsive desires to be a wolf. I just want to live! I extend out a hand to who I think is Mrs. Geldson. “Wait! Stop!”
“I will not console with a servant of Belial. You are just like my nephew, Marcus, who damned himself by stealing some of my most secret spells! Power hungry fool. Now you will share the same fate as him.”
Marcus? Balun called himself Marcus once. Is that the same Marcus she’s talking about. I had to say something to her. “No, you don’t understand!” I grunt, my strength leaving me. I can barely support myself on my hands and knees. “I never asked for this curse!”
She frowns, her hands lowering. “Explain, demon, while you can still speak! Make haste, for you have not long to live.”
“Your nephew, Marcus, he’s cursed my lover and now he’s cursed me, hoping to take me under the same spell. He’s taken away his memory, his life as a human. I just want him back, while I still have any strength in my mind to resist these urges to be a wolf! Please!” I fall flat on the floor, but even now it feels like the earth is trying to suck me, crush me flat as a piece of paper. Please, not like this! Not like this!
Then it stops. The pain is gone. I can move again freely. She walks over to the grass and helps me up, brushing off any dirt I got on my blouse and jeans. “How very interesting. You must be strong to resist my nephew’s will for so long. Come. I will make some tea and then we’ll talk.”
And so we went inside and after bringing all the cats outside, we sat down and both had cups of tea. I think it was a special type of leaf from South America, though I can’t remember its name. She asked me about my family and who I was and I reminded that I was her neighbor for some time for the past ten years, even though we’d hardly gotten to know each other. She always seemed kind of weird to my parents, especially the time when we brought over cookies to show our good will.
She placed her tea down, stroking her beloved Tickle. She just won’t give up that last cat of hers.“They were actually quite delectable, your Mother was always a fine cook. I’m sorry to say I never got to say thank you. I spend my time studying the ways of the Wiccan.”
“Wiccan? You mean you’re a witch?”
“Witch, heavens no!” She frowns, her tone sharpening. “We are students of the natural ways of magic, though I don’t think I’ll go into too much detail with you. I’m sure you have your own ideas of theology, yes. Now to business.”
She hunches over and removes a box from under her sofa chair and slowly begins to open it. I have a look around at her home and see quite a few picture frames of family members, one of which is marcus, along with several posters entirely in Latin. Across the house on the whitewashed walls are engraved symbols and seals of various kinds. Most likely to ward off evil spirits, I’m assuming.
Then she clears her throat and I turn attentively to a large book of some kind. It has metal braces decorated with animal claws for binders and the book seems to be covered in some old animal hide.
Centered in a metal mantle is a moving eye—I’m totally not kidding! A moving eye!—with several inscriptions carved into the cover. A seal was placed at the bottom of the book, but for what reason, I can only guess.
“This,” She says slowly, holding the book firmly in her old hands. “Is the original Lemegeton, one of the oldest arcane grimoires in all our history. I’m sure you’ve actually seen hogwash copies of it in your common library.”
I shake my head. “Not at all. How did you come across it?”
“When I was a little girl, about your age, I found it on sale on the streets of Rome. Some merchant was selling it, unknowing of its true nature. I have kept it to myself ever since, perfectly hidden, knowing one day that someone wicked would try and use it to invoke it’s most darkest secrets. When Marcus first met me, he was interested in magic just as I was when I was little. He was impatient and had his own ideas on how magic ought to have been used, but I ignored his lust for power. I never imagined he would actually try to steal from the Lemegeton itself.”
She opened up the page, a ghastly breath coming out of the book, hold it up to me, I then notice it. “Seven pages in total he stole from the grimoire, most notably the Curse of Calu.”
“The Curse of Calu?”
“The Estruscan God of the Wolves. The Curse of Calu is a transfiguration spell, which turns the target into a wolf him or herself, and all that he bites.” She sighs heavily, removing her glasses and rubbing her forehead. “He’s also taken lesser spells, including a memory charm, a healing spell, a sleeping spell and half a counter spell made specifically for lifting the Curse of Calu. And he’s apparently been putting them to malicious use of his, slowly transfiguring troubled adolescents into twisted creatures like himself and getting away with it.”
So that’s the source of all his power. Now I understand. “Isn’t there something you can do about it?”
“He also stole a counter spell that’s specifically designed to block out any other counter spells trying to undo his. He thought of everything, but I suppose it doesn’t matter now.” She says, smiling thinly. “While he has been slaving away at making his own pack of wolves, I have been at work on making a purification seal, one that negates all forms of magic, good or bad, but it’s still in preparation. It might be able to save you and your lover as well.”
I look up at her and ask her. “How long will it take to finish?”
She looks at me seriously. “A month.”
My heart sinks. A whole month! A whole month isn’t good enough! I’ll be under his full power by then! “Is there no other way?”
“No, I’m afraid not. But I can give you this.” She takes out a little necklace from the same box and puts it around my neck. The symbol on it is a star with several runs inscribed in each point. “This is the Seal of Solomon. It will protect you from the effects of my nephew’s dark magic. Only when you take it off will you fall victim to his power. No matter what he tries to put in your mind, you must not take it off. Understand?”
“So you’re saying that if I keep this on, I’ll remain human even when the moon is full?”
“Yes. But you must remember to never take it off, understand? It doesn’t lift the curse, it only suppresses it. At the very least, It should keep you safe until I’ve completed the purification spell.” She smiles, I never noticed her smile before with those crooked teeth. “It seems my prayers have finally been answered. At last I can save the world from unleashing the very Devil into this world.”
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The plot thickens. So Marcus is actually evil? Wow, who would have guessed. And he stole all of Ralph's memories except for the most powerful, because the memory spell was only a minor charm. Or were his intentions pure, and he doesn't have a lust for power? That's creepy. So can she save them all? Or is she only capable of saving herself and Ralph if he should choose to be saved? It's very interesting.
No, Marcus isn't quite evil. That'll be explained sometime later in the series, as well as some more of Mrs. Geldson. By she can save them all, you mean Sylvia? We don't know for certain yet whether Sylvia wants to remain human or accept her life as a wolf. As for Ralph, well I'm planning for him to show up again real soon. Anyhoo, stay tuned!
Well that's an interesting twist...though I have to say, and maybe this is because I'm still in obsessed mode with it, but Ms. Gledson is giving me a Dahlia Gillespie vibe and ME THINKS she may just not be who she says she is as much as Marcus. Either way, the plot is getting exciting. Can't wait for the next chapter, Wrath.
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