The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

My internal screaming continues, echoing through me as I grab whatever bond I have to my Goddess mother and pull on it as hard as I can –

And I’m still screaming, there, in my mind and honestly maybe from my throat as well, I’m too far beyond myself now to know – when suddenly…

…She’s here.

My mother’s presence materializes first in my mind as she reaches for me, worried.

“Ella!” I hear her say, her voice chiming against my own frantic screams, “Ella, I am here!”

Shocked shocked to feel her, shocked that it worked – I find myself thrown out of my meditative state and into my own body, which is still freezing cold. But when my eyes fly open I gasp to see that she’s-

She’s actually here. Not just present in my mind – but standing before me. And as I blink frantically, letting my eyes adjust, I realize that she’s not… physically here. Not in the way she was when we met her in the desert. But she’s here in her spirit – she presents herself before me in an echo of her true form, a glowing, beautiful specter that reaches her hands out towards me.

“Mother!” I gasp. “Mom please – I need my baby – please release me -”

“Ella,” she says, coming forward and reaching for me, though her hands can’t quite touch my face. I feel her, though something about her touch tingles against my cheeks as she tries and fails to take my face in her hands. ” I don’t understand, child – I don’t know what’s happening -”

And then I’m sobbing, looking up at her, desperate for her to know but so cold now so incredibly cold – and unable to find the words to express it all-

“Close your eyes, darling,” she murmurs, looking down at me with her beautiful, glowing face. “Show me.”

And I do. I press my eyes shut and, sobbing, I press my thoughts – my memories – my fears – my ideas everything forward towards her. And I hear her gasp at first in shock, and then coo with understanding. –

“All right, Ella,” she says softly, and I open my eyes again to see her shaking her head at me. “Your gift is bound, my love and I cannot – ”

in desperation. “Do something melt this ice, unbind my gift –

We are from different realms – I know she is bound by rules different than

your world once in your life.

else – – no other situation that I could imagine that could be worse – ”

be able to call upon me again. Ever, Ella. It is the last time we will speak outside

this magic is…. our bond. She looks steadily down into my eyes

says softly to me. “I just wanted you to know what the cost was,

her, knowing I should think about it more – that I should

I let her know that I know the price, and

murmurs and then she leans forward and presses her lips against my forehead. “It will be all right.” And for

slight tingle until, slowly, her lips

as I feel my wolf come howling back to me, her teeth ripping and gnashing inside me at the injustice done to her,

the magic of our bond to unbind my wolf and her gift. And in

to fade from my sight. “You will always have a piece of me,” she says, reaching out hand to point towards my chest, where her

suddenly, she

blink back to myself realizing

like a few long minutes with my mother, only seconds

burning now, hot within me. And I hold onto it, and access its strength, and let it burn through me – through my

Sinclair

brother lets out a roar of rage, dashing away from Hank who sits limp on the ground outside

I’m already on the move, shifting into my wolf and bellowing in pain as I do so, as the wounds on my skin stretch horribly, as I feel my inner organs shift into my wolf form and the injuries in them scream in protest against it. But I’m in

That it can’t-

priestess who carries my son. She’s locked in my sight now, her form growing continually larger as I stream towards her, as I ignore my pain and