The Hunt

A wise wizard once said,
"Wasting time is wasting life. Minute by minute, destiny is ticking away."

As ominous as that sounded, that was exactly my case. The clock on the wall, ticked loudly, taunting. It was four more weeks before the next full moon and I am not completely ready as I should be.

I set my large backpack on my study desk and grimace at the fact that I hadn't arranged it earlier. I begin to stuff things in necessary for the trip I am about to make.

A compass, smudge sticks, ropes torch, portable sleeping bag, a box of matches, flare, grimore, a few amulets I still hadn't activated...

Sigh.

Dealing with a world of witches, even a day old apprentice would know a compass was just as useful as a goat o
in an aquarium.

I had very little faith in my witchcraft skills. I didn't have enough experience as an apprentice.

Frustration rose in me and tears sprang to my eyes. I sniff them back. There was no time for this. I look at the clock.

Tick, tick, tick.

No time.

One particular amulet stand out amongst the mess that is my desk. I stare at it for longer than necessary. I graze it lightly as newfound determination grips my heart. It was a gift. A gift from him.
Securing the amulet around my neck, I smile affectionately.

I was going to find him. No matter the cost.

I park my car in front of the house, eyeing it suspiciously. Like it was stalking me and not the other way around. The modern story building stood in its full glory mocking me. In there, lay the most important thing I needed for this trip to even happen. And in there, lay a face I vowed never to see again.

But desperate time calls for desperate measure.

I pull my hoodie over my head and haul my ass out of the car. I climb the few steps to the front door and soon enough, I find myself knocking on the door.

Ra-ta-ta-tat

Anxiety and dread slowly creeps up my skin and I shudder from the feeling.

Not gonna waste time here, I tell myself, I'll keep conversation short and simple. Grab my stuff and get the hell out of here.

With that in mind, I keep my expression stoic and lips tightly pressed. Better to make no room for reception.

Slowly, the door creaks open. My heart skips a beat and my fists clench at the side.

Leaning by the doorway with his hands folded across his naked torso, he studies me with hooded lids. He looks as gorgeous as I remember. His black hair is tousled and his beautiful green eyes stare at me. His abs glistens under the moonlight. My eyes traces his chest stopping at the V-line where his joggers hang dangerously low.

I wait a beat.

Slowly, his lips lift to form a smirk.
"I've been expecting you."