Chapter 122


    Zenovia


    We stared at each other, Cahan’s eyes boring into mine as Drusi gathered her ritual supplies.


    “Okay, now I want you both to be standing in front of each other….here,” She said, pointing to a spot


    just in front of the statue.


    I nodded and went to stand where she had asked us to. Cahan shook his head and followed suit.


    Drusi brought out another book from her bag and began reading something.


    “I just have to make sure I am not doing it wrong” She mumbled. My gaze flicked to the book in her


    hand and I noticed it to be a pretty old and worn-out book. It had a leather outer cover and the pages


    seemed yellowed.


    “What trick shop did you buy that book from?” Cahan asked, noticing my questioning gaze.


    Drusi flipped the pages and muttered, “I know you don’t believe in fate or destiny. The least you can


    do is stay quiet when I am working.”


    Cahan raised his hands in mock surrender and stood in front of me while Drusi pulled out a white


    powder and began drawing a circle around us.


    “You are a witch as well?” I asked, just to not be caught looking at Cahan’s face when he was staring


    so intently at me.


    Even his gaze was telling me how this was a stupid idea.Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    “Partially. I am learning. And I had to make a few deals just toy a hand on this book. So it better


    work.”


    “What deals?” Cahan asked sharply but she ignored him.


    After shepleted the circle around us she pulled a small dagger and held it in front of us.


    “What? Now I have to nick her with that? I have ws you know,” Cahan added but Drusi rolled


    her eyes at him.


    He was suddenly being too chatty, probably an attempt to disguise his nervousness as a carefree


    attitude.


    Drusi held the dagger under the waterfall and muttered some incantations in anguage I did not


    understand while reading through the yellowed pages.


    When she was done, she brought it back to us and handed it to Cahan.


    “Cut her wrist gently, the median cubital vein. Then you too, Zenovia. Then you both hold your wrists


    over each other as if shaking hands and I say the rest of the chants.”


    Cahan scoffed, “English please”


    Drusi stepped forward and pointed her index finger at my wrist. “The middle one, right in the center. It


    is clearly visible.”


    Cahan looked at me and I tried not to shiver as he gently reached for my hand and held it forward,


    palm open.


    The gentle brush of his fingers made my skin tingle but I decided to me it on the chilly air.


    His thumb caressed my wrist and I felt goosebumps appear on my skin. “This might hurt a bit”


    He said and I nodded.


    Drusi exined, “Werewolf and Lycan wounds typically heal faster than the average wounds. This


    knife would keep the wound open just a bit longer to let us collect the necessary amount of blood.”


    Cahan remarked, “I don’t need it and you know why.”


    I bit my lower lip. His wounds were already taking longer to heal.


    “Yeah, but I am not barbaric enough to dice you with my ws, which I don’t have. Plus, we need to


    use the wrist vein so please do it.” She said.


    Cahan ignored her as his golden eyes bore into mine.


    “Keep looking at me”


    He made it sound so easy. But I could hardly stand still while looking into his eyes and with his hand


    caressing mine.


    Drusi flipped a page and began chanting something as Cahan let the cool tip of the dagger touch


    my skin. His gaze was hypnotic and he did not even have to look down to nick my skin.


    Drusi’s chants filled in the silence that was otherwise only punctuated by my shaky breaths.


    “Done,” He said and I tried not to show the disappointment in my expressions with the way he quickly


    let go of my hand.


    I gulped nervously and reached for his left hand. The tip of his nails were chipped and I could see the


    wounds under his nails and on the knuckles.


    He was healing like a human already. I looked at the small wounds and dread settled in my heart as he


    tilted his head.


    “Are you going to do it or not?”


    I took a deep breath and held his hand with one of my own while repeating what he had done to my


    hand. Blood had pooled around the small incision he made, just enough to make it ooze out gently and


    not gush out like a river.


    I saw the way my werewolf was trying to heal the wound. “Rx, it is okay” I spoke to Thunder who


    only replied,


    “It is a basic instinct”


    I could not keep looking into his eyes, not when his hands showed me faint lines of injuries and scars


    that I had not previously seen. He would seldom sit still for me to observe his wounds or his face for


    that matter. And his eyes would always be ring at me.


    Letting out a breath, I took the dagger and made a small cut on his wrist. Red blood squeezed itself out


    of the nick almost instantly and we looked at Drusi.


    “Good, now hold your hands as if you are shaking them but grab each other’s elbows, not the palms,


    the wrists should touch.”


    We did as she said and then she stepped forward to tilt our hands so that his knuckles were facing


    upward.


    She opened the book and began chanting something as I tried not to focus on the way his fingers were


    lightly brushing my skin.


    The golden orbs in his eyes were shining vibrantly and I could see the way the cogs in his life were


    churning. He was deep in thought about something while Drusi continued to chant.


    She stopped just once and tilted our hands again so that my knuckles were now facing upwards.


    I thought I saw something as my gaze went to our joined hands. While she was chanting a faint golden


    thread that was more like a wisp emerged from the the tip of his index finger.


    I blinked thinking that it was my imagination, but the golden particles began elongating like a thread,


    flowing from his index finger and traveling upwards, toward the back of his hand.


    I watched in a daze as the golden wisp kept erging and circling our joined hands as if enveloping it


    in a golden thread. Drusi saw the thread emerge and a radiant smile blossomed in her eyes.


    She looked at me as if to say ‘It is working. I nodded and urged her to continue. The moment the


    golden wisp reached the area of our joined elbows, it hesitated a bit.


    Even Cahan raised an eyebrow and stared at it, wondering what made it stop. Drusi’s smile


    wavered but she began chanting with renewed vigor.


    The tip of the golden wisp seemed to hover just on the top of our joined hands but finally, it began


    traveling downward.


    I saw the way Drusi’s shoulders slumped in relief but she never stopped chanting. The wisp


    prated our joined elbows and I only felt a slight tingling sensation. It disappeared inside and we


    waited for it to show up.


    After what seemed like an eternity, the wisp emerged from below our joined hands…however, it was


    not golden…it had a slight reddish hue to it.


    My gaze automatically drifted to Cahan but he seemed as surprised as me. The golden crimson wisp


    began enveloping our hands until it reached my index finger.


    The candles Drusi had ced around us in the circle suddenly red up before the mes were


    wiped away. A puff of smoke rose from the wicks and the golden reddish wisp enveloping our hands


    disappeared as well.


    We stayed as we were and Drusi closed her eyes, offering some sort of prayer to the Goddess


    before she turned to the statue of the Norns.


    She folded her hands and offered a prayer to them as well and bowed her head before turning back to


    us.


    Pushing the book back in her purse she beamed at me. “It is done. Now you are officially the anchor of


    the Lycan King.”