much about much of anything. She would attack and I had progressed enough to break through her hold. Once, I almost managed to deflect one of her spells. I tirelessly in my room and allowed my powers to come out more often. It was strange to start feeling reliant on something I had always hated. I wanted to suppress this part of me as much as I could since I had found out about it. Now I had to embracing it. I was learning about it.
At first my wolf felt oppressed by my witch side. I thought about it one night, allowing both sides to speak up. My witch side didn’t have a physical form, though. Unlike my wolf. So, I tried to fix that. Most nights, I sat and thought of them. Tried to understand them. To coordinate them. Then one night I got curious. Maybe if I didn’t keep them separate there wouldn’t be a problem.
I let the wall in my head between them crumble. My wolf ran into the magic and reveled in it. I could see it in my head. The magic and it wrapped around her, fused into her fur. I felt it run through my body.
It felt like peace.
That was almost a week ago and I found that my magic was easier to control with my wolf helping me. She moved it around like a playmate, and it responded to her. It was a strange sensation, but for the first time I held something back when sparring with Aradia. She told me all the time how she wanted to prove witches and wolves could work together, yet I had only seen wolves witches segregated here. They were always separate. The only time I saw the two races fraternizing was at dinner with Jackson and Aradia.
Dinners with them were uncomfortable at best. Aradia tried to ask me about my past and I avoided her questions, staring instead at my food. I had made the mistake of asking her about my father. She immediately attacked me and told me that he was an ungrateful bastard who had been the one to ruin everything. Dinner was over after that.
I was restless I wanted out of this room. I wanted out of this house. My urge to feel the outside again was overpowering. I ended up sleeping next to the window in my room, but it wasn’t enough. I was starved for the earth beneath my feet, the wind in my hair. Almost as much as I was starved for the touch of a certain wolf.
Every night I dreamt of him. He was always there either in wolf form or his human form. Sometimes when he was in his human form he would ask me where I was. I didn’t ever answer him just gave him a sad smile and tried to enjoy the dream. Even here I wanted to protect him.
Every time I woke up though I remembered that he probably knew about me now. But it was painfully obvious to me now they didn’t have Hunter. When I didn’t comply, and there were a few incidents, Aradia had Jackson make me submit. And when that didn’t work one time, Aradia placed a binding spell on me that sucked out any will I had. The spell was incomparably more powerful than the spell that the two warlocks had used on me. She had had said she wanted me to go down to the training room. I had refused. But no matter what, every day I trained and every day the training got worse.
I went to my door and tried turning the knob I knew it wouldn’t open. I couldn’t help but try. To hope that maybe I could break the locking system with my magic. I attempted, though. My magic wasn’t subtle, and I hadn’t figured what my mother was up to in the slightest. I went to sit over by the window and pressed my hand against the glass. The outside was bright and sunny. We were definitely nowhere on the East Coast where winter was starting.
I found that I missed the chill and snow. I sat there for a long time just day dreaming. I felt like I wasn’t even doing that, though. I just kept imagining grass between my toes. The subtle brush against the side of my foot the slightly damp ground wetting my toes.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” A silky sweet voice said behind me.
I jumped and turned around to face this new intruder.