LEO
“If Kendra is our fated mate, she has to be in our vision.” My wolf whispers as I connect to my inner peace, my voice shifts, sounding less like language and more like a wild, wordless howl.Ever since our last encounter, she left me with a burning desire to see her again, to touch her, to kiss her sweet lips and to mate her.
“Accipe! profunde in spiritu!!” I chant repeatedly, calling on the good spirits of the Earth to take me in. My right index finger rubbing gently in circles on the oval-shaped crystal in my left hand.
I am seated on the floor shirtless in front of a floor length mirror, in a crossed-legged posture as I call on the primal magic.
When I’m not in the class room teaching, which I hate doing of course, I am in my bedchamber meditating and communing with the spirits or in my study going over some work.
Every other time, i go out of my room on rare occasions, like when my family wants to dine together or when I’m visiting
