Davy Harwood in Transition (The Immortal Prophecy 2)

So I needed to fight an ultimate sorcerer-vampire. I was being trained by some type of witch spirits and I needed to hide from an amped-up werewolf. And they still wondered why I wasn't sold on embracing the Immortal inside of me.

"My life sucks."

Sireenia patted my shoulder. "Everything will be fine. I can feel that inside of you too. You already know what you have to do." When she reached the door, she looked back. "She hasn't let go of the human world yet so you won't meet Talia as one of us. She still holds on there."

I closed my eyes when pain sliced through me, like I'd been gutted.

"And Davy?" Sireenia smiled, an ethereal look came over her a

s she stood with her white hair in a braid over one shoulder and dressed in a white hanging robe. "You mustn't assume the obvious all the time except one thing."

Dread filled me. "And what's that?"

"You're strongest when you're with him. You showed us that now. Go to him. I think you're ready."

"What about the werewolf?"

The door closed behind her, but I heard her answer, "I think you're ready for that too."

My mouth dropped. I hadn't been ready ten minutes ago and now everything changed? And how was I even going to get back?

I gulped. "Saren?"

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Saren and I left the castle, walked down a wooded pathway, and

then she clasped my arm. "Take us back."

"What? You do it."

"You do it. Sire thinks you're ready so you need to be able to do this. Take us back."

"I have no idea where we are."

"It doesn't matter. You know where you want to go. Take us there."

"But…" My mouth hung open. How was I supposed to do that? Then I heard a voice in my head. It was a whisper and it felt strangely familiar, too familiar. 'Think of where you want to go, where you want to be, then wish it and it will be.'

"What?!" I snapped, spinning in a circle. The voice was in my head, but it sounded so real. "I thought I was done hearing voices in my head and now someone's back."

Saren grabbed my other arm. "What are you talking about?"

"Someone just told me to wish and it will be. It's annoying. You're all annoying. You want to know why I don't want to be the Immortal, it's because of this! I have voices in my head. I have freaky witch spirits telling me that I can teleport myself somewhere and I have no idea how to do it." But as I spoke, everything started to move around us. We were in the eye of a tornado and time was being sucked around us, whipping, snarling.

Then the voice whispered again, 'She can't hear me, she should not. I am here for you, Davina. I always will be… You are never alone.'

Okay—creepy. And before I could reflect on that thought, something snapped us away. It was like a hand reached into our vortex and shook us into a different vortex. Before I could shriek from surprise, we'd fallen to the ground and I hissed from the pain.

"What was that?" I turned for Saren, but she wasn't there. "Saren? Where are you? This is not funny. Did you do that?" Scrambling to my feet, I couldn't see or feel her. She wasn't close to me at all. I didn't feel her presence. It was like she was dead, but she was a witch spirit so I wasn't that surprised. Well, a witch spirit with some extra oomph to her.

"We're close."

A gruff voice spoke behind me and I whirled around to see a blonde vampire sitting in front of a fire. She was hunched over with her elbows braced on her knees. A bag was placed behind her. It was slightly open. Some pictures poked out from the bag along with a yellow cardigan and a beaded necklace.

"Fine," she sighed and stood lithely in one motion. When she turned around, I found myself staring into Talia's face, but it wasn't. This was a vampire, not the thread holder. She was older, maybe five years older, but the same hazel eyes stared through me, hardened. Instead of Talia's red hair flying around her, this girl had blonde hair pulled back in a tight bun tucked behind at the base of her head. She bent down and pulled a long sleeve armor shirt over her. The front of it had a black wolf painted over it with green eyes that seemed to see right through me. As I moved to the left, they watched and then followed when I went to the right.

Freaky.