LOGINIn a world where werewolves and witches don't get along can an 18 year old girl bring peace among the two as well as defying her High Priestess's wishes and follow her own path?
View Moretep up next. She looks at us and stares before giving us two plates. His plate is heaping with meat, mine has a single bone on it. I can tell I'm not liked or wanted here... Finlay sees this and clears his throat before looking at her. She looks away like she didn't notice his look. Another woman walks up beside her and notices my plate "Mia!" she exclaims, "That is NO way to treat a guest of our Alpha's!" she grabs the plate from me and quickly discards it getting me a new one loaded with actual meat and no bones. "thank you" I whisper looking down."Don't worry about it Darlin, Mia is just an old fart who doesn't like newcomers" she says smiling at me genuinely. "Here, let me help with the rest of your plate actually, you don't look like you have eaten a thing in a long while. We have to get some meat on their bones for ya," she says while getting an actual trey and loading it up with all sorts of different food. I'm pretty sure I saw 2 or 3 different types of pie goi
From the creek, we traveled back to their pack land which wasn't that far from my own home. How they got away with my mother not knowing of their pack being so close is unknown to me. Their houses are just small camps. It looks like they may have just moved onto this land recently. A small fire burns in the center where logs are pushed over, used as seats. Little kids run around as other adults are cooking or off doing other things. "Alpha," most say and bend their heads to the side, showing their necks.I have never been around werewolves before so this is all new to me. Stares follow me
The Smell of ambergris and cinnamon lingers in the air as I walk into the clearing in my family's woods where we usually have our meetings. It's a good 5 kilometers from my back yard. The sound of an owl hooting can be heard along with the tinging of the bell telling me it's about to start. I scurry toward the sound as my mother eyes me over the candle flame in front of her. Taking my place in front of her, she rings it 2 more times totaling the 9 times at the beginning of the ritual. turning counterclockwise as she does this. I feel eyes on myself, scrutinizing me for being late. I keep my eyes directed at my mother as I feel a nudge on my right. I look over and see Gwendolyn offering me the silver chalice full of some sort of liquid. The liquid stains the top of her lip showing she already drank and it's my turn.I fake a drink from the chalice, unsure of its contents. Hoping it is not blood like last time. Handing it to my left is Mystic who also has the Phallus. She is my
I sit at my desk. My head bowed in silent concentration. My mind wanting to wander in the time of silence as I pray to Nyx my Goddess which I associate with the most. The smell of sage permeates the air as I breathe in and out slowly.“Nyx, great Goddess of the Night, husband and lover to and of Erebus, Mother of Moros, Thanatos, Hypnos, Charon, Nemesis, and the Fates, I request you to accept my devotion and my love as your follower and servant. I ask for your protection and advice, bringer of the night, I ask for your wisdom and blessings."The sage slowly burns as I light the sweetgrass. A rose petal falls from its spot on the alter I created for Nyx on my desk. Even though the room is small, I still was able to set it up without the knowledge of my mother, Our Priestess of the small coven.Somewhere my phone vibrates in the mess my room has turned into. I ignore it as it keeps vibrating. The clock on my wall stays it's almost midnight.





