Chapter Three

I managed to make it back to my house in less than ten minutes. I had to go brake the speed limit though, but then again this was a life or death situation. I used the levitation spell once again to magically carry Derek, who was coming in and out of consciousness, to the beach/guest house.

Both my dad and Angela were home so I had to be quiet so I cased a silence charm onto the house, so it would be like I wasn't even there. My car wasn't parked in front of the house either so they wouldn't be suspicious. They would think I'm still at work or hanging with one of my friends.

Once he was gently laid down on the bed I started to take out all the candles we had hidden in the small guest house. Luckily for me it came to an amount of 15 candles, precisely how much I needed. I spread them all around the room and closed my eyes momentarily to focus on the candles. I made a hand movement with both my hands and when I opened my eyes again all the candles were lit and I smiled.

I glanced at Derek before I left to get one of my grimoires, also known as The Book of Shadows, which was hidden in a secret part of my library. A book of Shadows is a journal that contains ancient recipes, ritual and spells, but also anything that is important to a witch. My family has been collecting them for the past 500 years. All those grimoires were past down to me on my sixteenth birthday.

My grandmother thinks that I'm the most powerful witch who has walked earth in the last 300 years. Apparently that's what my birthmark, the one on my right shoulder means. If you ask me, I think it's just something she dreamed or imagined. I mean, come on, how can I be the most powerful witch? I'm just a sixteen year old who hasn't mastered her powers yet. The thought of it though brings a smile to my face. It's nice to know that my grandmother and grandfather believe in me. They believe that one day, I will wake up and feel it in my bones, deep in me I will feel the power and that's when I'm in my full potential.

A witch is a person with the power to affect change by magical means; someone who connects with the elements and forces of nature in order to practice magic. People like me do not receive their powers from Demon's, nor do we worship the devil. We consider ourselves as being the servants of nature, and we make it our job to maintain balance within the world. There are many types of magic; Traditional Magic, Spirit Magic, Ancestral Magic, Dark Magic and Expression. All those are special, powerful and used in their own special ways.

A couple of minutes later I came back with the book and all the things I needed to perform a healing spell. I placed the book on the small table in the room and opened it on the right page. I reread the steps and checked if I had everything I needed.

Once I saw I needed salt water I went into the bathroom and filled the tub with water and poured the salt thing into the water. I took a deep breath and grabbed the Willow branches from the table. I started to braid all three together because braiding symbolizes unity and then I tied them together to make a crown.

I walked back into the bathroom with the crown of willow branches and dipped it into the tub of salt water; this was to purify the branches. Once that was done I walked back into the room and placed the crown on the table so I could prick my finger with the needle, once the blood started to ooze out I smeared it on the crown. For this to work I would have to "feed" the crown daily with my blood till my loved one is healed.

Knowing that spells always work better combined I dried my blood stained finger off with a towel and went back to the book. I turned the pages till I found what I was looking for and carried it in my arms as I read the steps while I approached the bed. I placed the book down beside Derek, who was still unconscious. I took his shirt off before I turned him over so he was laying on his front. I dipped my hands in the bowl of water that was on the nightstand before placing them on the wounds on his back.

"God and Goddesses of old, hear my call, heal him lord if thy will," I said slowly as I visualized the energy flowing from my hand into his body.

It really hurt me seeing Derek like this, but I knew that this was no time to cry. I needed to be strong for both of us. He needed me to be there for him, to protect him while he couldn't. I took a deep breath and blinked a couple of times to avoid any tears to spill.

I grabbed a beige colored cloth and dipped it into the bowl of water as I began to clean his wounds. I just hoped that the spells were cast right. Once there was no trace of blood left on his back I gently turned him over so that he was laid down on his back to clean his muscular chest and stomach. After I was done with his stomach I dipped the cloth into the bowl of water once again to clean his blood stained mouth.

I kissed his cheek once I was completely done cleaning him and covered him with the sheets.

"Take your time, I'll be here when you wake up," I said with a small smile.

I glanced around the room and sighed softly. "I better start cleaning."

Hours had past and Derek was still unconscious or well, asleep. His breathing was back to normal and his wounds were healing, just slowly. So I guess it was the alpha that attacked him. If I calculated correct and everything goes as planned then his wounds would be fully healed in two or three days, not just the outside but also the inside. I ran my hand through his hair and kissed the corner of his lips.

"I love you," I whispered softly, before I lay down beside him and closing my eyes.