Chapter 177: Spell
Lennox’s POV
Our pack’s Seer walked in. Even though she was nearly twenty years older than us, she respectfully bowed her head.
"Welcome," I said, motioning to the couch. "Please, have a seat."
She shook her head gently and sat on the floor instead. I didn’t question it—she always did her spells and readings on the ground. It was her way.
I glanced at Levi and Louis, then stood up and went to the drawer where we had kept the letters. My hand shook a little as I pulled them out. Just holding them made my stomach turn. These letters had started everything.
I walked over and handed them to her. "These letters... we think they were charmed or spelled. They messed with our minds."
She took them carefully with furrowed brows. Without a word, she reached into her small bag and pulled out a bowl and some herbs tied together with black string.
She crushed the herbs into the bowl, then pricked her finger and let a drop of blood fall in. Whispering something under her breath, she lit the mix. Pale smoke began to rise, curling in the air. As it did, her eyes turned a faint silver.
She spoke, her voice low and serious, like it was coming from somewhere deeper than her own throat. "Spirits of truth, lift the veil... show us what hides in this ink..."
The letters gave off a faint glow, like they didn’t want to be exposed. The fire in her bowl crackled louder.
Then she blinked and looked at us. Her voice returned to normal.
"You were right," she said. "Your guess was correct."