Thirteen Witches of St. Enda's Hall

Fall.

"Too many these days believed a witch would command the Orian. I hadn't been born when the prophecy was first spoken. It's been a folk story among both the wiccan and wolven since my earliest memories." Gretchen explained to us all. "I've known though. It is to be the oposite. The Orian is a witch and as powerful as any other, with the alpha gene of a wolf."

"Only Orian can command the Denali magic that runs through Lorel's blood." Chloe added cautiously.

"Yes. There were no mentions of the mate. I never expected the Denali to meet Moriel's line in such a way." The matron of the ancient coven shrugged. "Still, the girl will have no claim to anything of the Orian's without her gene."

"It seems safe to say that Orian imprinted on, Hystorian." The auburn witch elaborated. "The only way that RaJa could be using Vanhiem power is with blood magic. To hazard a guess, he probably found plenty of books in the Denali master vault recording old leeching practices. There's no way to know to what extent without a bit of digging."

"An unnecessary burden." Madame Denali scoffed. "Had the girl not thrown away the very gift both of our families have awaited for nearly millennia-"

"Enough!" I shout, gaining the attention of the other women at the table.

We had long since retired to the dining hall as it was the most fit location to apparently batter Lorel for all of her mistakes.

At first I was happy to stay silent but as the hour past I decided to cut the fighting short.

"Reprimanding her is clearly making such progress. I suggest we refocus." I say harshly, earning nods all around the table.

"Look at you go, Moriel." Gretchen commented with a fresh grin. "I'd almost think you were in charge here. Perhaps you should be."

"I wouldn't know where to start."

"That's the secret of a leader, darling." She insisted. "You'd know that. Fear makes you powerful. Anger.. Anger can be a fine tool, but as a guiding force will get you nowhere."

"Chloe, you were saying something about the vault." Lorel mumbled. "How would we find out if he's using one of those books."

"Our cousins, of course." The auburn beauty rolled her eyes. "I'll see if Storybook and I can get ourselves an invitation to spend a day at the school. On an off day, though. She's certainly missed enough in her studies already."

"Let me guess.." The former-shifter grumbled.

"What of that other child of Glenna's, Darling?" Gretchen wondered. "You two were always close. She's not the most talented witch but she was always welcomed here."

"She means my old roommate." Chloe clarified for the rest of us. "Something tells me she wouldn't miss an opportunity to meet our little Storybook, here. She's usually rather keen just to see me."

By the time we got back to the school I was overwhelmed and rather tired. I had wanted to curl up in bed and just lay there until dinner but Lorel asked me to help her pack her things.

"You don't have to do anything. I just wanted your company a bit longer." The wolf admitted, begining to gather her belongings.

"I could you know?" I chuckled, falling onto the bed. "It's just a little swish of the wrist.."

I smirked, opening her suitcase with a flick of my hand.

"Look and point.." I sighed, setting the bag down close to her feet. "Say a spell."

"There's a spell for packing?" The raven haired enchantress wondered in amusement. "I don't think I've heard of that one."

"In its place.. Lorel's suitcase." I command, allowing her bags to pack themselves before her eyes. "Sometimes you just have to know what works."