Dana Eberharter - Shadow of the Wolf

Christopher stared down at his preparations, mentally checking and rechecking each and every one. All of the runes were aligned properly within the circle, spelling out his intent. The incense was burning sweetly, its cinnamon scent filling the air and making him think of home. The small fire hed created in his cauldron burned merrily. Colored candles were lit and placed in the proper alignment. A rose for love and an iris for wisdom, stems braided through an emerald ring sacred to Venus and used for this purpose for generations, waited for him to begin the chant. Every item held a piece of the spell. The words would merely cement it, bringing the pieces of his magical puzzle together into one cohesive picture that would send his call out into the world.

Everything was as it should be. Not one single thing was out of place, or forgotten.

He took a deep breath, mentally placing himself in the frame of mind necessary to cast the spell. This was it, one of the defining moments of his life. His ancestors spell would determine the course of the rest of his life. He closed his eyes, concentrating on his perfect mate. She should be of an older lineage, someone born from power, with magic to complement his own. She should be petite. Christopher had a fondness for women who were smaller than he was. Hair and eye color didnt matter to him, though he had a preference for blondes. And she needed to be able to accept the one thing that set him apart from most other wizards. That, more than anything else, was important.

He was so very tired of being alone. Not even his brothers could ease the loneliness that had begun to plague him. He fingered the blue piece of paper waiting for the fire and visualized everything he hoped for. Everything his soul cried out for.

He could feel the power building within him. Hed written down his wishes in red ink, the color of passion, ready to be burned in the cauldron.

Christopher reached into the pocket of his purple silk robe and pulled out a wand crafted of oak, especially created just for this ritual. He slipped the sheet into the flames, watching it catch fire before dropping it into the cauldron. Raising his arms high, he began his chant. The paper burned, and he concentrated with every ounce of will he had on the meaning behind the words. Without intent, the words would be useless, gibberish muttered in the dark.

I call on forces higher than I,

To awaken the dreams that I hold inside.

Venus, grant me the love that I lack;

With this spell my mate attract!

This candle for her,

This candle for me.

When they touch,

United we'll be.

Kindle the love,

Kindle the flame,

When we meet, shell know my name.

By the power of earth and fire,

Bring unto me my hearts desire.

By the power of air and sea,

As I will so mote it be.

As he chanted, two candles, both red, one carved with the symbol of female, the other marked with the symbol for male and bearing a lock of his hair, shifted slightly towards one another. Christopher fought his smile.

The ritual was working.

Abruptly the candles stopped. He repeated the chant two more times, invoking the power of three, and felt the spell settle in his bones. The last of the paper burned to ash in a puff of red smoke, and Christopher smiled triumphantly.

It had worked. His mate was coming to him. He would watch the candles. When they touched, he would begin scrying for his mate, using the clear crystal globe on his desk to show her image to him. Alasdair would alert him when she came close to his property, passing the detection wards he had in place. Now all he had to do was wait for her. He snorted, amused now that the spell was done. Hed always waited for her and hadnt known it until the howling loneliness threatened to engulf him. It had taken a long talk with his father to show him exactly what was happening, and what he could do to fix it.

Once hed touched the emerald ring, all other possible options were put aside in favor of the one he knew would work.

He needed the other half of his soul to finally be complete.

He carefully extinguished the rose candles, watching carefully until the flames in the cauldron slowly died down. The incense he allowed to burn, enjoying the scent of cinnamon. The runes and symbols he left untouched. He would perform no other works until his mate was at his side.

With a yawn and a satisfied smile, Christopher pulled off his robe and hung it neatly on the peg by the door. It was late, just past midnight, and he was in dire need of a run.

He always felt pleasantly tired after finishing a spell, like hed given both his body and his mind a good workout. Running would ease any last, lingering tension left behind, leaving him pleasantly relaxed and ready for bed.

Opening the back door, he quickly reactivated the wards against intruders. He stripped off his pants, shirt, shoes and socks, and laid them carefully on the glass topped table on his stone patio. With a sigh of relief, he allowed the change to take him, shaking his coat in primal joy. His mate would be here soon, and he would no longer be a lone wolf.

He ran into the darkness of the woods, unaware that the two candles had begun to inch closer together.

Lana banged her head repeatedly against the steering wheel of her car, muttering under her breath. She turned the key for the umpteenth time with a swift prayer to the Lady. Again, nothing happened, not even the grinding sound of the starter. Her poor little Beetle had up and died in the middle of the night on a deserted highway, with a thunderstorm threatening to break over her head.

Wonderful. I get to be a clich. It wouldnt be the first time her car had broken down, and it probably wouldnt be the last, although she could honestly say this was probably the worst time her car had ever chosen to stop running. I really should just give up and get a new car. Kerry, her best friend, had mentioned it that night at the bridal shower, but shed once again brushed off Kerrys concerns over the clunker Lana drove. Usually when the Bug died on her she was able to get it up and running again with a quick call to Triple-A and a stop at the mechanics, not an option in East Bumblefuck, PA at two oclock in the morning. Keeping the Bug running was usually a labor of love.

Nothing quite like unrequited love, is there? She knew she wasnt out of gas; shed filled up just before leaving the small town the Naughty Nights Club had been in. It couldnt be the alternator. Shed just replaced that. And the starter was only six months old. The car had died while running, so it couldnt be the battery. Could it?

Lana wasted a moment wishing Kerry had followed her, but her friend had been flirting with a very hot male stripper, and Lana hadnt wanted to interrupt. If shed known that the small spike of unease shed felt just before heading out would lead to a broken-down car in the middle of freaking nowhere, she would have plastered herself to Kerrys side. And no matter how badly she wanted to, she couldnt just zap the Beetle no matter how much she might want to. She stood a good chance of doing even more damage that way. Fixing anything mechanical usually ended in a disaster of epic proportions, especially since she had a bad tendency to get angry when it didnt work.

Anger and witchcraft just didnt mix well.

And why the fuck had Kelly, Kerrys twin, picked some place so far off the beaten path to have her bachelorette party anyway? Who heard of a male strip club so far out in the boondocks? Kelly the Crazy, thats who. She just hoped Kellys fianc didnt get wind of the lap dance Kerry had bought for her, because odds were good it wouldnt be Kelly who got into trouble. Dennis and Kerry got along about as well as dogs and fleas.