Part Wolf

The chain that bound the wolf

"Do you know how to break a binding spell?" Agatha whispered as she peeped ahead at the hall.

She was the one in charge of the lookout as Elize tried the various keys into the keyhole of the door of the basement.
They had come down a while earlier back to the drawing-room, only to find half the witches gone including Aileen and Irina.

The few who were in the house were either reading from their grimoires or cooking food for dinner. One of them had informed the two that the rest of the witches had gone in search of some rare plant for the ceremony. They were to return by sunset.

That gave Elize and Agatha enough time to see their rescue mission through. The two had wasted no time, stealthily sealing one part of the house so that they'd have no interruptions during the process. What they didn't anticipate was that they'd have to try on at least thirty charmed keys in order to open the door to the basement.

The lock clicked open. Elize let out a sigh of relief and opened the door, revealing a flight of stairs leading to a fully dark basement.

"No clue. But I'm hoping that you'd know since you knew how to do sealing magic." Elize replied as she stepped inside.

Agatha rolled her eyes as she closed the door behind her. They were suddenly enveloped in darkness.

"Et erit lux." Agatha chanted.

Slowly, fire orbs materialized against the left side of the stone wall. It lit up the way as they descended the winding stairway.

"That was cool," Elize said, looking at Agatha with pride.

"Small trick." Agatha winked at her as she led the way.

The lower they went, the colder the place became. Elize shivered. Something about the place was giving her the chills. The only thing that kept her from running back upstairs was the thought of Zack shivering in a cold cellar.

"So is Latin a compulsory language for magic?" Elize asked, trying to make small talk.

"Not really. Any old language would do. Nyala does her spells in Amharic, Irina does hers in Old Slavic. Each coven sticks to a language and they teach it to their young ones. It's pretty simple that way." Agatha replied.

Elize could now hear a faint heartbeat from somewhere. The mark below her collarbone tingled, ensuring her that Zack was near.

"Ugh" Agatha grunted as she stopped.

"What is it?" Elize asked.

Agatha raised her finger to her lips, signaling Elize to keep quiet."Shh. I think I smell demons." She whispered.

Elize rolled her eyes. She would have believed if her friend said vampires- that was plausible given the number of supernatural creatures around her. But demons- that she could not believe. Agatha was probably trying to pull her leg.
Elize pushed Agatha to the side and continued her descent downstairs despite her protests. She knew that she was close to Zack. She could feel it in her bond.

Her heart yearned for her mate. She wanted to save him from her kind. He must have been all alone in the dark place. It was all her fault that he ended up here, Elize thought to herself.
Agatha was close behind her, muttering something under her breath. They had reached the end of the stairs and were now proceeding along a narrow corridor.

"Stop cursing me." Elize's voice seemed so small in the place as if the walls were sucking out her sound and refusing to let it reach anyone.

"I'm cursing myself for following you down here," Agatha whispered.