The Witch’s Lycan Mates

I cursed my capacity for getting in trouble seemingly without even trying, a quick midday walk had s

t to turn bad, people just had very little patience and no humor. With a sigh I got to work, picking up the dust cloth and feather duster and began to go row by row On my journey to clean the hundreds of thousands of books, I spent more time flipping through the pages of books than cleaning. “I’m going to have to leave you alone for a while, hopefully the library is still in one piece when I get back.” Brent’s head appeared from beside one of the bookshelves. “What? You’re already bored of my company?” I said cheekily and got an answering eye roll before he disappeared. With Brent gone I abandoned all pretense of doing any cleaning and wandered about. Somehow against my better intentions I found myself in the forbidden books section and instead of simply dusting and moving on to the next row I let my curiosity get the best of me and thumbed through the books one after the other. They had some odd titles, one of them was The Occultic Bible, another was Bewitched Love. Eww, why would anyone waste their time trying to make someone fall in love with them. Then I saw one heavily bound volume which had no title. I picked it up curiously and opened it and saw that it was blank, I looked through the pages and saw nothing written in it. “What are you looking at?” A voice suddenly spoke from behind me and I jumped and dropped the book I held. “Don’t startle me like that!” I shrieked and bent to pick up the book before turning to look at my cousin who stood before me looking pretty and demure with her neat hair pulled away from her face and emphasising her slanted green eyes, she looked like a reverse reflection of me with what I was sure was my messy hair and clothes. “Why you are fooling around and not doing your work, you have not even gone halfway.” Ms goodie two shoes scolded and I shrugged unrepentantly. “What is that you are holding?” She grabbed the book from my hands and opened it then looked up at me with her mouth agape and eyes wide in amazement. “Where did you find a Blood Grimoire?” “A what?” I stared at her in puzzlement. “A Blood Grimoire, the pages need blood to show what is written in it.” She said excitedly and I looked at her skeptically and she rolled her eyes impatiently at me. “Give me your hand.” She said and brought out a small dagger from the folds of her dress and I took a step back. “Anaia what is that for?” I said hesitantly eyeing the sharp blade she held. “Don’t you want to know what’s in the book?” She challenged with a sneer and I gulped. “I would bleed myself but you already have all these scars and you’re always falling, what is one more tiny prick? but if it’s too much I guess you won’t find out what’s written in the book.” She said as she nonchalantly pushed the book back in my hands and began to walk away. “Wait.” I stopped her while inwardly cursing my need to know and she turned around with a triumphant grin. “Open the book and hold your hand over it.” She instructed and I did as I was told. She pricked my finger with the tip of her dagger and pressed, I winced as she squeezed the blood into the page. Two drops of blood dropped with a splat on the middle of the page and I watched doubtfully as nothing changed while I sucked on the finger that had been pricked. The blood disappeared and my eyes almost popped out of my eye sockets when words written in the color of dried blood began to appear line by line on the formerly blank page and I looked at Anaia who looked smug. Trust Miss know it all to actually be right about the book. I looked back at the writing and began to read the heading, “To Shift Time” “Isad