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.

or ones that have been unknowingly using their magic for well over forty years.” Rowena replied with a reassuring smile. “I doubt it’ll be

and her expression quickly shifted from scrutiny to amusement. “Don’t think I don’t remember how it was to be a young witch.

might be able to imagine more than you think.” My laughter was light as my thoughts strayed to the shadows that fled when I came near. They hadn’t yet come out since the

influx of knowledge on magic. Even grandma threw in a question or two, mostly pertaining to her own magic, which she and Rowena had yet to

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. Not

into your own. Plus, I’ve

this new world brought a feeling of relief I couldn’t explain. Grandma, who shifts once

got to head out.”‘ Grandma murmured to the four of us as she wandered around the living room in search for her purse

same moment my 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 she knew there was

I asked smoothly, not at all trying to hide

saying on the matter. I will see you all

know the truth. Grandmas never had a reason to keep anything from me-other than my vampire heritage,

thing didn’t want her to leave–I didn’t

lock on the front door clicked shut, followed by

that hovered a few inches away from the doorknob

looking my way, but I wouldn’t give in to the curious stares that painted their faces, even