My Son 137

My Son 137

hapter 137 

Sandra grabbed the first jar off the table. It looked like purple paint, but I wasn’t sure what it really was. I had never seen anything like it before as she scooped some on to two of her fingers. 

“If my eyes are closed, you better be talking me through this process,” Grace snapped, causing Sandra to freeze about an inch from Grace’s face, 

She hesitated for a moment, no doubt deciding if it was worth anything to her to share or not. 

“This is Icklebach.” Sandra told her as she put a purple line on Grace’s forehead. “This is just a preparation for the body to sort of draw the Lycan cart. It starts the opening process. I will place a line on your forehead, one on each cheek, and one on each wrist.” 

“It feels warm.” Grace commented. 

Sandra didn’t say anything. She just grabbed the next jar on the table. This one was a royal blue. 

“Leon, document everything she says,” I mindlinked 

my beta. 

Leon gave me a simple nod but didn’t mindlink back. His eyes never left Grace, and the worry on his face for her concerned me a little. 

“This is Ashlala. It goes on your feet.” 

Grace jumped slightly, but she didn’t say anything. Half an hour passed of Sandra painting Grace’s body, and telling us what she was doing, every now and again, reciting things in a language I didn’t know. 

She then stood above Grace, her hands picking at the air as she seemingly unwove a web that surrounded Grace. Grace began to squeeze my hand a little tighter, surprising me. I wasn’t sure if what Sandra was doing was painful or if the silence that Sandra had asked us to hold was unsettling to her. 

“Sir,” Leon’s mindlink cut through. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” 

I looked at him startled. I had been so entranced with Sandra’s movements, I hadn’t noticed how pale Grace’s face had turned or the beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead. 

“Grace?” I asked. 

But the only response I got was a slight squeeze of my hand, and Sandra shushing me. 

“This is going to hurt.” Sandra said after a while, grabbing something from off the table. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I reached out, stopping Sandra from moving/any closer to my mate. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demanded letting my alpha aura slip a bit. 

“This is a moonstone blade,” Sandra said simply. “It does not cut like a normal knife unless I chose to use it that way. This knife has been blessed by the Moon goddess herself. It is to be used to draw runes on her body. Most people have usually passed out at this point, according to my studies, but she is still holding on. This is going to be excruciating. You might need to help me subdue her and hold her down. Or else this might get ugly. But do not be afraid. Her Lycan is almost free. I can feel it’s energy, just on the brink of escaping. She is a strong one. But she must tolerate these last 2 hours.” 

I looked at my little mate, sweaty, and already in pain. I could feel it on a low level. I knew it was only a portion of what she was feeling. It was almost like she was trying to block me from it. 

“Gracie, I will let you decide. If you want to stop, I won’t be mad. We can stop.” I whispered, resting my forehead on hers. 

“We’re almost there,” She answered through gritted teeth. “Let’s just get this over with.” 

“Okay,” Sandra replied, shooting me a glare, I assume for stopping her process. “Let’s continde. And Grace?” 

Grace peaked her eyes open to look at the other woman, who now looked slightly frazzled, and a good bit older. 

“I’m sorry, but it’s going to hurt like hell. Just try to relax, and it’ll be over soon.” 

Chapter 138