His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 155: The Mother Witch

Edrick

While Moana slept, I secretly snipped off a small lock of her hair and stashed it away in my sock drawer. It was only a small piece, and I made sure to take it from a spot where it wouldn’t be noticed easily. Once I stashed it away, I was so exhausted from two days of no sleep that I couldn’t do anything else except climb into bed and pass out immediately.

The next morning, I woke up earlier than Moana. I made sure to quickly get dressed and slip out of the room without waking her up, her lock of hair in a little plastic baggie in my pocket. On second thought, I turned back around and cautiously took the Alpha tooth out of its box, hoping that I would be home in time to put it back before she ever noticed it was missing.

I didn’t need Moana, or anyone else for that matter, asking where I was going; if they found out that I was going to see the Mother Witch, then they would soon discover that I was investigating Moana’s lineage when they discovered that I had taken both the Alpha tooth and a lock of Moana’s hair. Eventually, the truth would come out; but I needed to keep everything secret for now. If Moana really was the Golden Wolf, then no one could know until she had the baby; not even Moana. I felt bad keeping it from her, but it was the only way to keep her completely safe. If she found out that she was the Golden Wolf, then she might try to shift too soon and would cause all sorts of people, like my father, to sense her presence and try to hunt her down. That was why I slipped out that morning before anyone else woke up. I couldn’t be seen.

The Mother Witch lived directly at the center of the city. Her services were highly sought after, and her incredible age had allowed her to become a pillar in our society. People from all over flocked to see her, seeking her services from placing blessings on their babies and their marriages to finding lost loved ones or even communicating with the dead.

I had always been somewhat of a skeptic when it came to magic. My mother hired all sorts of witches and fortune tellers when I was growing up in the hopes of having a happy marriage with my father, but it never worked. My father was still a bastard, and he treated my mother terribly. That alone was enough to make me not believe in magic.

However, there was no denying the Mother Witch’s wisdom. She was over a hundred years old; if anyone knew about the Golden Wolf, it was her. And right now, I was willing to put aside my skepticism if it meant potentially protecting Moana.

as people would imagine; it was a simple little house smack dab in the center of the city, with a pagoda roof and a tall fence all around. There was a sign on the gate telling visitors to just walk in, which was also surprising; but, I supposed that if she really was as wise and powerful as she claimed, then maybe she didn’t need to be afraid of being

walked through the gate, I walked up a stone path lined on either side by perfectly manicured hedges and red maple trees, then ascended the steps to the porch. There was a bamboo wind chime on the porch that made a pleasant sound in the

to knock on the door, but before I could, the door slid

had white hair that was pulled back into a neat bun

she said with a

nodded and pointed at my shoes. I hastily removed them, leaving them on the porch, and then stepped inside when she moved out of the way. The inside of her house was sparse and surprisingly small, but it smelled like patchouli and felt comfortable. At my tall height, however, I had to bend over a bit

a few moments she was setting a tray of tea in the middle of the table. I realized

across from me.

she know that I was coming? How did she know that

my pocket along with the lock of Moana’s hair and set them both down on the table. The Mother Witch sucked her

and mumbled something incoherent under her breath. I sipped my tea politely as she then set down the tooth and picked up the lock of hair. She pulled the hair out of the bag and rubbed it between her

up at me with her bright, vibrant eyes. “The Golden Wolf

eyes widened. “You’re sure?” I

Witch nodded again. “I’m

shook my head. “No, she hasn’t. Her wolf is emerging, but

her face before setting the cup down a little too

you can,” she said. “I want to teach her how to shift. This world sorely needs the Golden Wolf.” The Mother Witch looked excited, and as she spoke, she seemed to sit up straighter despite the

shook my

I replied. “She’s pregnant. I

her to shift until the baby was born. In fact, now that I knew the truth, I wondered if I should send Moana and Ella away to stay in the mountain estate until she had the baby. I would send them with as much security as