Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

 Chapter 151 – It was when we reached the third chapter of Rowena’s book that Cordelia’s knowledge came into play. The chapter on sigils and their unique brand of magic was one of the longest in the book.

“Sigil’s tie into the other forms of magic since there’s a symbol for just about everything. There are ones to scare off enemies, capture memories and fool the human eye. There are a few witches, who after decades of practice, manage to create their own but it’s dangerous and tricky work.” Cordelia said as she entered the room, a small and unassuming book in her hand.

“For the most part, yes. Let’s say you’re exceptional with sigils. You should be able to use ones that vary in their effects. Protection, elemental manipulation, illusions, it’s all at your fingertips if you have enough power. On the other hand, if you’re a seasoned witch who specializes in protective magic, the only sigil you’d be able to successfully pull off is one in your field.” Cordelia explained, and both Breyona and I nodded along as the pieces clicked together in our heads.

“Not that I don’t love being a werewolf, but I wouldn’t have minded some kick a*s magical powers.” Breyona sighed dramatically and sunk into the couch.

While I giggled alongside Cordelia, I knew there was some part of her that wasn’t joking. Without her wolf, she was essentially a ridiculously strong human with enhanced senses.

“I’ve used a healing sigil or two in the past and they worked like a charm, never tried any other kind though.” Rowena’s head of glossy auburn hair appeared from around the corner. Her ruby nails were tearing one of grandma’s garlic knots in half as she spoke. “My mother would tell me all about what happened to little witches that tried to cast big spells out of their skillset…never ends well.”

“On that note, I’d like you to have this.” Cordelia shook her head at Rowena for trying to scare me off, but little did they know there wasn’t anything anyone could do to knock me off this path. If magic meant protecting my friends, family, and pack—then sign me up, risks included. “Take this book home with you, study the sigils and their meaning’s. It’s a beginners guide so you shouldn’t be able to drain yourself into a coma if you try one out.”

The cover was bound in plum colored velvet, which was soft as it brushed against my fingertips. This time I did pale, and much to my surprise, so did Breyona.

Grandma cleared her throat from in the kitchen. She came around the corner and stood in the doorway, her hands firmly planted on her hips.

“I feel like I should’ve been made aware of this before you had me start using magic.” She said to Rowena, whose immediate look of understanding took some of the ire out of her words.

replied with a

have no clue how powerful she is or where her skillset lies.” Cordelia swiveled her eyes away from Rowena, and her expression quickly shifted

light as my thoughts strayed to the shadows that fled

ate, though the conversation was mostly carried by Rowena and Cordelia’s steady influx of knowledge on magic. Even grandma threw

already made incredible progress by learning to call it forward instead of only being able to use it subconsciously.” Cordelia snagged the d***y plates before grandma got the chance and winked when she noticed my creeping grin. She paused on her walk to the kitchen and said not unkindly, “Only an incredibly powerful witch could hold onto her magic for as long as you have.

it even more exciting. As a fellow natural, it’s my duty to help you come into your own. Plus, I’ve never met one that’s put their magic into food.” Rowena’s eagerness turned her cheeks the color of

explain. Grandma, who shifts once a week only to traipse through the forest

wandered around the living room in search

head popped up from the book. Rarely ever was grandma distracted but discovering a secret witch heritage is bound to throw anyone off their game. From the guilty look on her face

all trying to hide my interest

the matter. I will see you all tomorrow, I assume.”

time I looked back on this moment, I remembered feeling an intense desire to know the truth. Grandmas never had a reason to keep anything from me-other than my vampire heritage, but I’ve long forgiven her and dad for that. When she made a move towards the front door without so much as an explanation,

thing didn’t want her to

grandma’s face when the lock on the front door clicked shut, followed by the loud snap of the deadbolt. The tips of my fingers

few inches away from the doorknob fell to her

looking my way, but I wouldn’t give in to the curious stares that painted their faces, even though Breyona’s star struck expression paired with