REBORN UNDER THE FULL MOON
Chapter 114: The Enchantement

David's POV

I knocked on the door twice before hearing footsteps. I tried to remain calm.

"Remain calm man.... you've got this," I muttered to myself, adjusting my collar.

"Hey David," Lyra greeted.

"Good morning sweetie, you're dressed already," I replied, complimenting her with my eyes.

"Why, I'm not dressed to attend the tournament. I'm going to the mall, them I'll return to prepare dinner," she replied, giving way for me to enter the sitting room. I moved in, still processing what she said. "And what should we owe your absence to? Axel?" I asked, truly worried that I won't be there to cheer with the pack on the first day.

"No, not that, I just don't feel like attending, my wolf for the first time isn't eager to witness a fight tournament," she replied, as I sat down. "Alright then, just wish us the best, it's bad omen to loose in the first fight," I replied, rubbing my palms together to generate heat. "You must be cold, I'll set up the heat pump right away," she said, observing my motion.

"That'll be nice of you," I stated.

Coupled with a moment of hesitation, I asked, "Is Amira in?"

"Oh, she left a while ago to get flour for tonight's meal," she replied as she tried to turn on the heat pump adjacent the couch.

"Lyra, Amira told me you'd be of help to me if I relate my experience with you," I summoned up courage to tell her. She quickly put on the device, walked around and sat beside me. "What's your ordeal?" she asked, in a concerned manner looking into my eyes in a manner that made me feel safe to tell her.

"I think I'm bewitched," I stated, looking down in my hand picking them.

"And what makes you believe that?" I asked,

"My heart is torn into two, I feel I'm in love with Amira whenever I'm with her, but feel a surpressed force upon that feeling whenever I'm with my mate, Naomi," I explained. "So, how do you feel right now?" she asked.

"My heart beats for Amira, but if Naomi walks in this instant I'll feel a surpressed force on my love and desire for Amira," I explained as best as I could.

"I see," she said, getting up.

"Can you help?" he asked.

"I studied an aspect of witchcraft and magic when I needed it," I replied.

"Then you'll help me please. I don't want to loose Amira to someone in the tournament," I stated, making her to chuckle.

"You won't loose her, she feels the same way as you do, only that you keep drawing her away from you," she said, very much to my astonishment.

"I'll perform a set of rituals in order to first ascertain if you're actually In a spell," she said, standing up.

"Alright I just hope you can bring me to my former self," I wished.

She went inside the room to get her book.

Coming out, she was already reciting an unknown language. She came up to me.

"Get up!" she commanded, in a possessive voice. I knew that it was going to be a procession of stupefying surprises, as I've never taken part in any procession before. I quickly obliged. She moved in a circular part round me. I couldn't believe all this. She behaved exactly. She behaved exactly like a first class witch with expertise. Minutes into the procession, she stopped.

"Spirits are all over you," she announced, clearly filled with prodigious boldness and energy of intellect.

"Your possessed, not only by spells, but by a witch operating with sole intentions," she added.

I was quivering with restrained grief.

"How could this be?" I asked, confused to the core. I couldn't remember hurting or giving anyone reasons to hate me, talk more of a witch.

"You are possessed with a love portion, by a witch," she clarified.

That said, I knew it was possible, knowing my history with women. But a witch?

"Why a witch?" I asked, greatly puzzled.

"It's a mystery, but I can at least say that the procession was natural, therefore correct," she replied, looking into her book.

"I cannot believe," I stated, giving her a puzzled look.

"I can most truthfully assure you that it's true, you have been possessed by a....." she took a pause, knowing how absurd her statement would be.

"... witch," I helped her to complete, sarcastically.

"David, I cannot force you to believe in my revelation, I confess I have my doubts, based on the absurdity of the outcome, but I implore you to believe, for the sake of your freedom, and the continuity of the ...... There was a knock on the door.

"I'll be right back," she said as she turned to the direction of the door.

"I'm possessed by a witch, if all the craziest things to hear.... this means that a witch is.... in love with ... me?" I said to myself, quickly shaking my head at the crazy assumption.

"No, there must be another explanation," I concluded, all to myself.

"Hey David, what a pleasant surprise," Amira greeted, looking ever beautiful, hands filled with what she bought for dinner.

"Is it? I was here just yesterday," I replied, stylishly scrutinizing what she bought.

"Of course, it's pleasant today, as you would be joining us for dinner today," she replied, moving to the kitchen. "I'm afraid..."

"I would get non of that..." she said, cutting me short from the kitchen.

"Why would a witch use a love portion against you?" Lyra asked, settling on the couch adjacent mine.

"Well, I've not settled with that revelation yet, there's more to it, " I replied.

Silence that seemed heavy and dark, like a passing cloud struck between us for a moment.

Swift as lightening, I got a clue.

"Lyra, can a hybrid possess the spirits of the opposite dimension?" I asked, trying to patch up my idea.

"Why, of course, it happens but to a few. I have known striking instances of the kind. " she replied, not sure where I was going with this. "Naomi," I muttered, looking into space.

"Lyra I must go, I'll get back as soon as I can," I said quickly getting up as quick as the movement of a wild animal.

"Will you have the kindness to explain what's going on in your head? " Lyra asked me, eyes like deep wells of compassionate gloom. "Of course I will, but not right away, I'll be back in a fortnight, "I replied, heading to the door.

"David!!! "I heard a voice. It was Amira's.

I turned back, " It's for the best, Amira. I'll be back, I promise. I will," and with that I dashed out into the night, heading with full rage.

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