I curled into Damon's arms, seeking comfort. My own brother, killed my mate. I started sobbing. How could my brother do this? My own flesh and blood?! How dare he!! We used to be so close!!
I looked down upon Dylan's lifeless figure and furiously wiped away the frustrating tears.
"Damon, hold his hand. And do, not, move. Understood?" I spoke, with newfound purpose. He nodded and did as I said and I crawled to the other side of Dylan and grasped his hand.
"Ego autem te, Luna dea, magicis quod per venas vadit. Invoco te."
(English Translation: I call upon you, The Moon Goddess, by the magic that flows through my veins. I call upon you for help.)
I recited this over and over above his lifeless body. Blindingly bright lights flowed around Damon, Dylan and I. I looked at Damon who was in awe.
"What do you need, dear?" A sweet, angelic voice asked. I looked up to see the Moon Goddess herself, adorned in purple and gold. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and I swallowed hard for a moment.
"Please, I'm not strong enough to bring him back by myself. Please, please help me. You gave them to me! You have to help me save him! We will be torn!" I begged. I normally begged for nothing. I need Dylan. I can't live without him. Neither can Damon.
"I suppose. Excuse me, Damon. I need your spot." She said. She kneeled on the other side of me, taking Dylan's hand into her own. Our hands entwined together above him and we started reciting the chant to hopefully bring my mate back.
"Usura copias caelum, infernum, terra, aqua, ignis, ventus magnus, amorem coniugibus dicimus animae redire in corpus Joseph Cicero in terris aggrediens."
(English Translation: Using the forces of heaven, hell, earth, water, fire, wind, magic, and the love of mates, we call to the soul of Dylan Johnson to return to his body on Earth with his mates.)
A purple glow surrounded us, and I knew the spell was working. I've known about my witch abilities for a while, but I wasn't strong to take a spirit from drifting space and return it to its human body.
Dylan shot up and gasped for breath. He heaved and The Moon Goddess released my hand and Dylan's. I hugged him along with Damon, happy to have him back.
"Come here, Julie, we need to speak for a moment." The Moon Goddess called. I reluctantly broke away from him to stand up and go with her.
"What you did today was incredibly dangerous. I could've killed you for even calling upon me." She scolded. Then smiled, it was a tad creepy. "This isn't over yet with your brother, Julie. I gave you those two trouble makers because of who you are. You're special, Julie. Your a werewolf, witch elemental and aura reader. There is no one better for your position." She smiled warmly.
"Thank you, for the help. I wouldn't know what I would've done." I said. She smiled and pulled me into her arms for a hug.
"I must be going. Keep those two possessive alphas out of trouble, will you? Then maybe us in the other plain field could rest peacefully." I giggled and she snapped her fingers and was gone.
"Jules, how come you didn't tell us you were a witch?" Dylan asked, looking incredulous.
"I guess I just didn't think it was important." I shrugged. "I'm just glad that you're back safely in my arms." I sighed and sat with them. Damon stood and helped us up.
"Come on you two. Let's go home and get a bath."
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We laid in bed, me in the center with both of their arms wrapped snugly around me. I felt content. I felt happy.
"What did your brother say to you today? You looked shook." Dylan asked gently. I sighed, not really ready for this conversation.
"He said he was my real mate." They growled possessively and held on tightly to me.
"Oh no, he isn't. And he isn't getting you. Tomorrow, we train. We'll be ready when he comes back for you. This time no one is dying!"
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My Twin Alpha Mates
Werewolf--Currently under slight construction to prepare for the 2017 Watty's-- //edited to chapter 7// "History has a way of repeating itself, doesn't it little Julie?" In which a girl has not only one mate, but two. How can she ever handle it? Running f...
