A Beauty to His Beast 2: An Urban Werewolf Story (17 page)

Naobi

I walked into the room where Dash rested. Ammon had healed him and brought Dash and Dash’s pups to Anubi because Goon’s pack had killed his mate.

“I see you aren’t as tough as your father,” I said to him. He slowly sat up. He no longer looked like Kofi. He resembled Akua and Ammon. The spell was off. There wasn’t any use for it, although I would rather him look like anyone else, but Ammon and Akua.

“You disguised me,” Dash said to me.

“It could’ve been worse,” I told him. I walked around him. He was naked with only a sheet wrapped around his waist. I wanted to examine what Ammon had created behind my back. Dash had the same body structure, but he was a little shorter than Akua. Akua was built more like a warrior, maybe because Akua was older.

“Goon’s pack killed my mate,” Dash said with anger.

“A real Alpha would not allow his mate to fight in a battle with male wolves. You killed your mate.”

“You poisoned Xavier, I saw you come to the house. You were a bartender at his club.”

“A mother knows best. Why are you here?”

“Ammon brought me here,” he spat.

“He will be living here,” Ammon’s voice boomed from behind me.

“What?” I asked Ammon.

“His pack is dead and so is his mate. There is no place on earth for him,” Ammon said to me.

My eyes watered, and then I screamed. Ammon fell onto the floor and so did Dash. Blood ran from their noses and ears while they yelled out in pain.

“STOP IT!” Ammon yelled. Things in the room started flying against the wall. Kaira ran into the room.

“What is that noise?” she asked. Her body went soaring into the stone wall, then she came crashing onto the floor with blood running from her head. I stopped screaming and watched Ammon. He looked worried about her, and I saw his vision of him helping her up.

“If you touch her, I will kill her, and then I will kill you,” I said to him. His eyes turned blue as he growled.

“What is happening to you?” Ammon asked me.

“When the moon settles over the river, I will be gone for eternity. Kofi and Opal ran into the room.

“What is going on?” Kofi asked, helping Kaira up. Dash crawled onto the bed then lay down, breathing heavily.

“You are evil!” Kaira said to me, holding her head.

I walked out of the room then down the long temple hall.

“Naobi, come quick! Something is wrong with your prisoner,” A warrior said to me. I followed him down the long spiral staircase. He gave me his torch for lighting. Keora lay on the prison floor sweating, with her stomach moving.

“Help me,” she said, weakly.

“Help you with what?” I asked her.

“My baby, you need to save my baby.”

“That is not a baby! That is Saka! He trapped himself inside of your womb. Your baby is dead! We witches cannot carry live babies in our wombs. Our power sucks the life out of babies. They are too weak to withstand all that we do. It doesn’t allow them to grow, and it eventually kills them,” I said to her, then she screamed.

“Go get the Musaf. Tell him we have a demon that is trapped,” I said to the warrior. He bowed his head then ran up the staircase with his sphere in his hand.

“What are you going to do to me?” Keora asked, weakly.

“Something I should’ve been done centuries ago.”

Musaf came down the stairs dressed in a lion’s skin. The lion’s head hung over his aged face, covering his eyes. Musaf’s skin was the color of black oil, and he had a crocodile tooth pierced through his bottom lip. Musaf has been around for thousands of years, longer than I’ve existed. He was an old warlock. Although witches couldn’t carry babies, warlocks could give them. Musaf had thousands of daughters. He appeared on the inside of the cage. He lifted up Keora’s shirt. He put a red, lumpy paste onto her stomach then her forehead. He rattled his weird instrument that had dead animal skins hanging from it and then said something in a different language.

“ARRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Keora screamed. Musaf pulled her pants down, opened her legs and began to chant.

“It hurts!” Keora screamed, as Musaf chanted. Keora cried as her baby came from between her legs. The baby was alive. Pups only stayed in the womb for two months. Musaf caused Keora to have it early, so the baby was small.

“Give me my baby!” Keora said, trying to sit up, but as she reached for it, Musaf disappeared. “What did you do?” she cried.

“That baby is not your baby. Once Saka’s soul comes out of it, the baby will die. The baby wasn’t meant to live,” I said to her.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Keora cried.

“I know you are, but it’s time to send Saka to a world where he will be trapped.” As I walked out of the dungeon, Keora cried and screamed. I walked outside of the temple into a small stone house. Musaf held the baby in his arms, sprinkling some dust over it. A dark cloud hovered over us.

“You have been very busy, Father,” I said. Keora’s pup closed its eyes; Saka’s soul could no longer keep it alive. “What is it that you want?” I asked him.

“I want my body!” his voice shouted.

“I cannot give you that. I kept you in spirit because you are my father, but even in spirit you are still dangerous. It’s time I let you go.”

“I am your father!” he screamed.

“Goodbye, Father.” Musaf pulled out a gold urn, and it sucked the small black cloud up. Musaf was going to send my father to hell where he belonged. I patted Musaf’s shoulders, and he nodded his head at me. Musaf didn’t talk much. He mostly stayed in his sanctuary practicing voodoo.

“Where have you been? You cannot roam the temple all night by yourself,” Ammon said to me, when I returned back to the temple.

“I have been taking care of unfinished business,” I said to him. Ammon caressed my face.

“I miss you, Naobi.” He pulled me into him, and a tear slipped from my eye.

“I’m leaving this temple,” I said to him.

“Not without my permission; you will remain here. You are my mate, and you will act like one!” Ammon shouted at me with his eyes turning.

I touched his face. “My dear Ammon; my wolf god. It’s time for me to depart from this temple and live amongst the free. I will live in my sanctuary far away from here. You will always have desires for a wolf who can birth your pups. I did my job; I kept you alive, and I gave you a powerful son. Akua will be the next ruler in Anubi hundreds and hundreds of years from now. He will be a powerful one.”

“You have desires like a human. You will serve as my mate, Naobi. What do you want? You want what the humans on earth have? Since you have been watching Akua on earth you’ve changed! What have you become, huh? You are a witch. You will never have and feel what humans feel,” Ammon fussed.

“They hold hands, make love, kiss on the lips, and sleep holding each other. They have romance; they have each other. It’s a beautiful feeling. Immortals can live that way, but everything we do is because of rules. Women walk around their mates naked and free. I would be called a Jezebel if I walked around you like that. When you enter me, I cannot touch you. I have to lay still and let you have your way with me. You have an outside pup, and his pups are living in our temple, along with his mother. You have a family here that I will not be a part of. You have forgotten where you came from. You came from humans. How dare you look down on them,” I said to him.

“You will be banished if you use that tone with me.”

“What is that word Kanya uses on Akua when she is upset? Oh yeah, that’s right. Fuck you.”

Ammon’s nostrils flared. He charged into me, but a force pulled him back. He had a chain around his neck that was connected to the wall. Ammon was in wolf form, and he howled while trying to pull away from the chain that was around his neck.

“You will be released when the sun peaks over the river,” I said, walking out. I put the hood on my cape over my head. I grabbed my spells books then put them into my sack. I went down into the dungeon to release Keora, but she wasn’t free.

“Where are you taking me?” Keora asked me.

“You think I would leave you here? You are stuck with me until you become pure again. Evil still lurks around the hatred in your heart. When you become pure, I will erase everything from your mind. You will live how I see fit, but not as a witch. Now come, I have work to do.”

“My hands are locked together,” Keora complained.

“And they will remain that way,” I said, pulling her up the stairs. Kofi and Opal walked towards us.

“Promise us that you will stay in our visions,” Kofi said to me. I grabbed his hand.

“Of course. I will miss the both of you, and if you need me, I will know.” I then hugged Opal. After I said my goodbyes Keora and I disappeared.

*****

“What basement are we in?” Keora asked in her prison.

“It doesn’t matter,” I said to her, as I sat in my chair watching my small globe. I smiled as I watched Akua and Kanya play around in the woods. Their beasts rolled around on the ground with each other. Kanya licked his ear, and he rubbed his head under her neck.

“This is what you call love, Keora. You shouldn’t have to cast spells to get it.”

“Why are you this way?” Keora asked me.

“My mother was a human. Warlocks impregnate human women. The female witches are born infertile, but the male witches aren’t. My mother got old and died. I watched her from afar when I was a little girl. Saka took me from her when I was a baby to raise me to be powerful. I watched her for years as her age progressed. She lived to be ninety years old. I visited her on her deathbed, but she didn’t know who I was. I told her I was her daughter. She said my daughter should be gray. I looked to be only fifteen years old. So, I made a way for the Egyptians to live for eternity. I should’ve reincarnated her after she died, but I didn’t know how to use spells back then,” I said to Keora, and a tear slipped from Keora’s eye.

I looked around my new home. I was far away from Ammon’s palace. I didn’t have warriors roaming around for protection. It was just Keora and I. I snapped my fingers, and a meal of chicken, fruit, and wine appeared. Keora looked at the food.

“Are you trying to poison me?” Keora asked me, which made me chuckle.

“If I do that, then Adika will die. Your punishment is fair enough. I never thought my own creation would turn out this way. I created you and her with love from my heart.”

“What the hell is that?” Keora asked, pointing behind me. An oversized tiger walked into my sanctuary. His eyes glowed green.

I smiled. “That is Kumba,” I said, rubbing the tiger’s head. A gold medallion was embedded into his chest, and gold bangles were wrapped around his legs. Keora backed away in her prison; she was scared.

Kumba shifted into human form, and there he stood—tall, dark, and strong. He was about six-foot eight in height, and his chest and shoulders were broad. His skin was the color of honey, and his face was strong and strikingly handsome. His green eyes looked down at me.

“My beautiful, Naobi. I’m glad to see you home. I have been waiting a long time for you,” Kumba said to me.

“Who the hell is that and what’s going on? Are you going to feed me to him?” Keora asked. I pulled out a thin sheet of stone with drawings on it. I walked towards her cage-like prison then dropped the sheet inside. Keora picked it up and read the drawings. “Your human mother’s ancestors had a vision of you with a tiger warrior? Ammon isn’t going to stand back. He will sense when someone else enters you. Send me back to earth. I don’t want any parts of this shit.”

Kumba laughed. “She is something else.”

“Why does he speak fine English?” Keora asked me.

“We are on earth,” I said to her.

“You are weak on earth,” Keora said to me, and then I laughed.

“That’s what I wanted Ammon to think. If he knew all I was capable of, I would be considered a threat to Anubi.”

“Ammon isn’t going to allow this. You and I both know it!”

“We will wait and see,” I said to her. I walked out of the basement then upstairs. Kumba followed behind me wearing only black silk pants. He had black, thick markings across his chest resembling his tiger. I have been connecting with Kumba in my secret sanctuary back in Anubi. He had visions of me in his dreams where I appeared. He touched my face.

“You are even more beautiful in person. You look very young,” he chuckled. Kumba wasn’t an ancestor of my creation. He was an ancestor of one of Musaf’s offspring who was into voodoo using cats.

I touched him. He looked to be in his mid-thirties in human years.

“Show me around,” I said to him. He grabbed my hand then walked me around his home. It was smaller than Ammon’s temple, but it felt like home. It felt warm; it felt like life lived in it. There weren’t any rules; just he and I. Kumba owned a chain of restaurants that cooked African foods. He doesn’t age, so he barely shows his face. When he had to, I disguised him.

He opened up a door. “This is our bedroom. It’s different than what you are used to, but you will adjust.” I looked around. I walked into another room that was connected to his.