it that screamed “I am an evil witch, and I am going to torture you.” Yet even Griffin hesitated walking in.
“I’m Luce. Oh come on in you are the only ones who would be likely to bite.”
We moved forward. Neither one of us made it farther than the entrance way. I could see now that the kitchen light had been on but it was on the other side of the house and it wasn’t visible from the outside. I looked at Griffin, wanting him to take lead, but for once he looked completely out of his element. I guess I had to do it.
“Well, let’s get this over with,” I whispered. I gathered my hidden courage and started forward. I stopped and grabbed Griffin’s hand towing him along. We headed toward the kitchen. There were herbs of all different kinds hanging from the ceiling. I looked at them when a little explosion sounded and made me jump.
Explosion? Maybe not explosion. But in the utter silence of the house, that is what is sounded like. I looked at Luce, she stood on what I assumed was a step-stool, because now she stood a little taller than me. In front of her was a pot that was overflowing with smoke. I wanted to move forward to see what it was but I was rooted in spot.
“What, what is that for?” I asked. I watched it closely like it would attack me. Luce looked up at us. She gave us a big toothy smile.
“Oh this? This is some soup. I am afraid I am a terrible cook. My husband, bless him, usually did the cooking.”
She winked at us.
I wasn’t sure if she was kidding or not so I gave her a forced smile. She got down from her step stool and came around. She sat at the small table in the kitchen. She gestured toward the two other chairs.
“Well come have a seat. I am a white witch – we do no harm.”
Griffin and I looked at each other both our eyes mirror the same confusion.
“Excuse me?” I asked. We moved closer to her.
“Well there are white witches and warlocks. Then there are the others. I won’t call the dark, because it’s a bit of a grey area. As you will find most life will be.”
“Oh come now, I know your Alpha would have told you the stories of the witches right?”
When we remained silent her eyebrow hooked upwards.
“Alright then, quick history lesson, then spell, then off with you. I am an old lady and I want my sleep. The curse of the mates – the spell the witches placed on you? I know most Alpha’s tell the story a bit differently but –”
“Wait, slow down, what are you talking about?” Griffin asked.
“Oh my, your Alpha never told you? Hmm, well it’s told by the werewolves that centuries ago the weres lived in peace away from the witches. Witches were being attacked by humans not having a separate form to hide in like the wolves. They held no real power over the fire the humans were using. Now that was way back when. So the witches pleaded with the weres for help and your lot refused. So a witch came up with a plan to bind them to a witch. Which was how the mating happened. The spell backfired. A witch’s power wasn’t meant to be used to control others, so instead the spell caused weres to start mating with their own kind. Anyways that is all in the past now. So you are the young woman who wanted her powers bound.”
I was taking all the information in. We had always been told it was a punishment that a witch put on us, but knowing the truth was worse than what we had been taught. They were trying to force the wolves to work for them. My hatred for witches and warlocks grew. I looked over at Griffin. He looked none too pleased either.
“Yes, can we please do this so we can go?” I asked.
“Hmm you’re not quite all witch are you?” Luce looked a little closer at me. I don’t know what those brown eyes were seeing, but they lit up suddenly.
“Ahh well you are one of a kind aren’t you. Half wolf, half witch. I never thought I would see one of you. Are you sure you want to do this? Binding half of who you are will not be a pleasant thing.”