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.

a risk for more experienced witches, 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 a problem

powerful she is or where her skillset lies.” Cordelia swiveled her eyes away from Rowena, and her expression quickly shifted from scrutiny to amusement. “Don’t think I don’t remember how

fled when I came near. They hadn’t yet come out since the sun was still bright in the sky, but

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

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.

natural, it’s my duty to help you come into your own. Plus, I’ve never

couldn’t explain. Grandma, who shifts once a week

the living room in search

witch heritage is bound to throw anyone off their game. From the guilty look on

trying to hide my interest as

see you all tomorrow, I assume.” She nodded once and made a beeline for

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

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

followed by the loud snap of the deadbolt. The tips of my fingers tingled like I’d touched an

few inches away from the doorknob fell

their faces, even though Breyona’s star struck expression paired with her