Lycan Soulmates #1: Onyx Lycan Nightclub [18+]

Part 6 ✧ The Moon Witch ✧ Chapter 7

Silvia's POV

1 week later

Now that you're a moon witch, you have to feel your way through it, words merely direct, Chyronex's advice to us all, which flutter around in my head all week. Something to focus on while being... single.

Sigh.

The Lunas took me in.

Their mansion was a full-blown coven now. Carmen, myself, Cleo, and Chyronex, all residing under their roof. I'll admit, we had our fun.

Three witches, a fairy, a vampire, a draconess, and me... a... whatever I was now, now that Lycan Queen had been stripped from my title. Now that Onyx was avoiding me like the plague.

Mirrors no longer reflected demonic hell or demons – only Asmodeus, and only if I called to him.

I had no reason too, so I didn't. He was my shield. From all demonic magic. Moon magic was the only paranormal thing I had access to now.

That's why Onyx was pissed – he liked me totally fucking vulnerable to him and his much darker magic. I was immune now.

I did wonder, what went on in a demon's head. The only answer I have is Cleo's assessment, and a fairy was never wrong. He wanted to kill me that night. The demon-half. But he walked away. The human-half.

I can't imagine what it would have been like if I was mated to Zarphire, or Diamond, or Obsidian. They had no merciful bone in their body. I figured they were only cute sometimes because they were so honest, and it was confusing to hear straight honesty all the time.

Phire's gift to me was honest. An honest repayment. Now he owed me nothing.

This week had ended up one of the best. Shopping with the girls. Swimming in their pool at midnight. Having 3am witching hour picnics under the moon. Chyronex led us all on everything that came to magic.

Eventually the week had to end, the weekend had to crawl around... and it's been pretty nice... except for the event coming up... like right now.

It's Friday night.

A few things are about to happen, and I'm feeling quite pessimistic about it all.

Carmen and the Lunas in particular, were getting antsy for dick. Very fucking antsy.

Cleo was constantly by my side, keeping me company.

I sit with Cleo now outside in the garden, sunbathing in the fading twilight, while I hear music from inside the gigantic gothic mansion.

Chyronex sits adjacent to me. Cleo flanks my other side. My only other friends are the blood red roses around me, mocking me for being alone.

"It's like you're both guarding me or something," I whisper, annoyed, "I'll be fine tonight. I promise. I'm just going to stay away."

"I tried to convince them to wait, but..." Cleo breathes in deep and sighs on an exhale, "When the Lunas want something, you know hell will ice over before they change their minds."

"And we are guarding you, Silvia," Chyronex admits, "You're still learning your magic. Do you remember the one spell you've mastered for tonight?"

"Yes, for the last time, yes. Perdere viam vestram, lose your way," I mutter it, annoyed, "I remember it. You've made me recite it a hundred times today."

"So, you've mastered it. Good. If Onyx starts toward you, say it while looking directly at him, he'll wander away and not even know he's going in another direction," Chyronex has reassured me this is how it'll work a hundred times as well.