YOU ARE MINE

The ritual

 Everything felt like a blur as if I had just woken up from a long dream.  Every time I tried to retrace my steps from when I had gotten in the car, it was erased. I couldn't remember how I ended up strapped to a chair by thick ropes bounding my feet and hands. My body felt sore and bruised from the way Jennifer had yanked me out from the Josh's car.  As I tried to move the chair that I was sitting on, I noticed a black sandy texture surrounding me. What the hell is this?

"Please Samantha don't make this difficult. I would hate to paralyze you again. I don't know how the human body will react if I did it the second time" A women with darkest eyes with a black robe emerged from the shadows. She was fairly tall but very thin as if she hadn't eaten in days. Glancing quickly, there seemed to be nobody here besides me and the woman standing in front of me.  Did Josh's dad go after the pack? Fuck, are they going after my friends too since Ben is with them?! My thoughts were spiraling not knowing Josh's sperm donor father's was up to. 

"What the hell do you guys want?" I said trying to quietly figure out a way out of this ominous forest.  

"Just you" She responded not elaborating further "By the way, Your mate, he's special. But he's weak." The woman added her tone sounding condescending  as she continued mixing herbs and other ingredients that appeared like organs. The fuck did she just say?  My thoughts and fear broke for a clear moment. 

"Say something about Josh again, and I'm going to fuck you up"  I seethed feeling myself suddenly snap growing angrier hearing her mention Josh's name. My sudden urge to defend Josh almost shocked me but I quickly reasoned it with Nobody is allowed to talk shit about him except for me. 

"Oh my, please excuse my tone then. I had gotten the impression you wanted to break the bond. Sweety, I'm just here to help you." She said her voice masking concern but the expression on her face said otherwise. "Being human and having a werewolf as a soulmate is doomed to fail." 

"I don't care." I stated. "What I don't like is old hags melding in adult teen love stories. This isn't twilight so please fuck off." I smiled with every ounce venom in my tone. The older women smiled wider and creepier. She filled a small dark bowel with clumps of a dark liquid. It made a disgusting lushing sound as it clashed with the bowel. 

"Do you know how special a soulmate is? It's very rare, powerful and pure. Now, a human and a werewolf, it's one in a million despite the movies and books you may have read. The world is changing, the realm of the supernatural are divided on this.  Do we taint the  purity of the supernatural with weak human genetics or do we save it?" She explained stirring the bowel as the conversation grew more insidious and dreadful. "I'm a traditionalist. I'm on the side of keeping our power stronger and more importantly pure from any weak mortals" She declared as if this was stance she would die for. 

"I'm not drinking that shit" I glared at the women despising her whole being and essence. She sounded no different from every hateful being in history who claimed to want to keep their type of people pure from beings  that they felt were inferior to them. 

"Oh. This isn't for you" She chuckled darkly and chugged the disgusting liquid in one gulp. Her eyes were completely black and stared up to sky as if she was locked in a trance. A language I couldn't describe spit out from her mouth and I felt my body grow cold and empty. I could only describe what It felt to be soul breaking. 

Luna you have to fight or you will die-  a voice sounding like the wind but only I understood it. My body didn't feel like it had the energy to muster to push the chair forward. I didn't want to die. I can't die, what would my mom and friends feel if they never knew what happened to me. How am I suppose to get out?!

The woman's face was no longer human in fact I couldn't describe it as a face of an animal. It was something demonic and only I could imagine in my worst nightmare. Panic rush down me like lightening as I frantically tried to push the chair away from the monster.  

The  possessed woman gave maliciously tight grin and leaped towards me. As soon as the woman crossed the black sand, survival instinct coursed through me giving me the energy and adrenaline I needed to tilt the chair to the side giving me a brief second to dodge the demon. 

Despite my quick reflexes, I was still tied to the damn chair. Before I could come up with a way to get untied. A throbbing pain scorched through my mid of back as the woman furiously threw me across landing on sharp wooden branches. I couldn't tell if the snap I heard was from the chair or my leg. Regardless pain was radiating through me and I couldn't even pin point the source. 

My brain was rapidly trying to find ways to escape despite my clear disposition. The woman walked ever so slowly soaking every once of torture and fear she had over me. "I know Josh's father told me to try to spare you. But it's been so fucken long since I devoured a soul" She said her voice no longer sounding human with the side of her lips smudge with dirt. 

Sammy!  A roar came from the distance and I instantly knew it was Josh. Hope sprung through me and I felt instant relief that I will be reunited with everyone. I'm going back home . 

But hope was just hope, nothing more.  It was only seconds that I was able to see my stupid, condescending, narcissistic, annoying, lovable, protective, possessive dog transform as warm blood began dripping from my shirt. The last thing I saw was the devilish grin on the woman's face. 

A/n: Alright I'm back. I actually know how im gonna end this. Might even make this series with  a good friend of mine ColdOctober3401 who kind of gave me the idea with her story "I accidentally summoned a Demon" to continue on and we can build something with this. Will it go great? Or will just be as confusing who knows 😂 We're here to have fun...