The Devil's Wolves ... Pack Histories ... {The Witch's Wolf } ~ 2

Chapter Six ... Extreme Highs

The power that once thrummed inside of me was weak, it was my reserves. Conjurers who often hold spirits inside themselves grow their reserves, making themselves stronger, enabling them to do ma'jek without an energy source. I figured I had enough power to do several tiny spells or one big one.

I couldn't hold a higher spirit's energy, not without the risk of tearing my solar plexus, and I wasn't bold enough or desperate enough to conjure a lower spirit, so I decided to go old school. The spirit world responded to me, so I figured I'd use that to my advantage. The old conjurers wouldn't always use the higher or lower spirits, they'd sometimes use earthly spirits. Ghost. Ghosts are a big power source, and binding them to oneself gives you a massive dose of energy.

The problem is that they don't have to respect the laws of binding like the higher and lower spirits, do. Ghosts also require more of a price than other power sources. They require blood to be called, and an annual blood sacrifice just to stick around. I wish at the time that I'd have thought things through, and not just for my sake.

Instead, I pulled from the walls of herbs, some, Bird's foot. It stuck out in tall thin stocks, a leaf was all I needed, I placed the herb under my tongue for focus.

I picked up the mortar that I left in the greenhouse, from when my circle came to protect the borders and a pair of shears. Going over to the Belladonna plants, hooded flowers hung low, a deep violet color, with dark purple berries, so fat and ripe with poison. The smoke when not inhaled directly wasn't fatal and would help open my vision to the other side

I clipped a flower into the mortar then quickly moved over to the patchouli, it was scrunched down on a corner of the wall, the leaves stuck out like tree leaves.