I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 193: We closed the Weygates

~Odette~

We had spent almost a week developing the spell.

Finally the witches did it.

When the witches had finally developed the spell and we would cast it tonight under the crescent moon.

The meeting place was the infamous stormy mountain. Phera thought her mountains gate entrance would be the perfect place to cast.

When the time came, I made my way to the top of the mountain. It was cold, the angry cold late winter winds whipped around us, the mountain was usually cover in snow, but the witches had cleaned and prepped the area for the spell.

I stood barefoot, my silver hair cascading down back like spilled ink. I wore a long thick velvet gown. The air itself seemed to bend around her.

Twelve women from the Circe Coven waited in silence for my arrival and for the spell to begin.

The Mother, Maiden, and Crone stepped forward. They were some pretty intimidating women.

"We begin now," she said softly.

I exhaled nervously. This had to work.

We had one goal tonight

Seal the weygates.

If he can’t travel, he can’t conquer. He can’t ambush.

Artemisia knelt first holding chalk made from the ground scale of the Leviathan, she began to draw. The sigil wasn’t just a simple circle. It was a map of the weylines and gates, carved with runes older than spoken language. The witches researched tirelessly for the right parts to design the spell.

Artemasia arranged the ingredients at precise points within the circle. One valuable ingredient symbolizing the four elements of the fae: A vial of Phera’s blood. For connection to ancient magic. For water they syphoned salt from the Dead Sea and earth they had wood from an ancient willow tree. For fire they gathered volcanic ash from a volcano inside the Ring of Fire. Last, the raging storm around them supplied the wind.

The Mother placed the final item in the center: A small obsidian mirror. For reflecting the weygates entrance.

To seal them, they have to reflect back into nothing.

The coven formed a ring around the map and began chanting.

"In nomine tenebrae et stellae cadentis..."

Their voices braided together, low and resonant.

"By bone and by breath,

By salt and by flame,

We call the seams of the world by name."

Artemisia crushed the ingredients in a mortar.

It was my turn, I stepped into the circle.

The runes lit up with a bright white glow.

My telekinesis lifted mirror, suspending it in midair.

"Picture the gates. And their locations" the Crone commanded.

I closed my eyes and did as she instructed.

Just like this gate and I pictured the different locations we discussed closing. We could only close so many gates so we had to be strategic.

"I can see them," I whispered.

As I pictured the gates, each point on the map appeared to light up around the circle.

The air thickened, becoming harder to breathe.

"Blood binds doorways," Arya said quietly.

Artemasia pulled the cork off the vial with Phera’s blood.

Her blood shimmered like liquid silver in the moonlight.

She poured it into the mortar.

The coven began the second incantation:

"Claudite portas,

Claudite vias,

Nemo transibit,"

Close the gates.

Close the ways.

None shall pass.

The obsidian mirror cracked. The mountain shook. And then suddenly the chalk map disappeared, like it was never there to begin with.

"There all done." Artemasia stood up and dusted her hands off.

The cold air on the mountain was starting to seep into my bones, and I was ready to climb down and curl up in front of my fireplace with a good horror classic and hot chocolate.

"I can’t believe it worked." I was so excited. Trying to suppress the feeling that this might blow up and how he will react.

"What did you think we’d fail you, MoonChild?" The Crone asked.

"No. I just wasn’t sure it could actually be done. I mean these gates are old and used by ancient beings. Not your typical modes of transportation." I answered.

"I’m hungry and sleepy can we go now." The Maiden whined.

"Come sisters." The Crone clapped and the other witches fell in line and as a group we descended the mountains together.

Phera walked next to me, looked over and said "He will by now know that he’s locked out of the gates. This will piss him off and it might make him irrational and speed up his plans. We need to be ready."

"I know, I thought about that too the moment the spell was complete." I confessed.

"Now that you sealed the gates. You’ll need to master the ability to drain not just energy, but the soul. You will be responsible for extracting his soul and placing it in the stone." Phera continued warning me.

"I know, I know. And I can now, I can be a little more at ease now that I know he can’t attack my packs for the time being. I can focus." I defended.

"You should train with your warriors. It could help boost morale and close the gap between the species. Remember, MoonChild, you are of both their worlds."

Ilooked at Phera. "That’s actually not a bad idea."

"I know." Phera smirked proudly.

When I arrived back in her room, Ambrose was already asleep, he would be working with the soldiers first thing in the morning. I changed my mind and decided an all nighter was the best option. I could train with Ambrose and the soldiers in a few hours and then sleep after. Wake up later and train with Artemasia on my magic.

Phera’s warning rang in my ears. I had no time to waste.

The more I thought about my conversation with Phera, the more I realized doing this only brought me that much closer to facing him.

When Ambrose woke, I was already waiting for him dressed for training. Drinking coffee and taking a bite out of a bagel.

"What’s with you? Why are you still up and dressed to kill?" Ambrose stretched before rising from the bed. "Weren’t you up late with the witches? Did the spell not work?"

"No, the spell worked better than expected." I answered. "I’m going to train with you and the soldiers today."

Ambrose looked at me a little surprised. But then he smirked.

"Perfect." His eyes sparkled with menace as he plotted today’s training.