The Wolf's Witch (book 1)

3. I Ran Out of Rope

Kaitlin:

Thanks to my familiar, fire magic had been one of the first types of magic my mother thought me so it had been a bit disappointing that I had burned down as much as I did. I've been out of practice and knew it but still, it pissed me off. That bugger was fast so I hadn't been able to use my affinity for air and freeze him where he stood. I'd cornered him with fire instead because I needed him alive. Worse, I'd been ordered to take him in without a scratch which made using air a no go. Burns didn't didn't count as scratches right? Like how was I supposed to bring him scratch free when he was supposedly a grown full blood fae? 

Bullies.

Fae were freaking bullies. 

I wish I could be getting paid for this. 

I took a deep breath because I still had a few years until my debt would be fully paid. Unsurprisingly, I had failed to keep my head down and away from other supernatural creatures. I had walked directly on to the werewolves's private territory... Or rather was forced to the moment that fae runt crossed over. 

I let out a long breath. I had almost completed the hard part which was dropping off those cookies I made to soften up the almighty Alpha of this area. I knew his wolf had run back home and told him about what he'd seen so I had needed to do damage control. I'd seen him eat peanut butter cookies before so I baked some and added some chocolate for good measure. 

It was only when I'd pulled up in front of the Alpha's mansion that it dawned on me that not everybody liked chocolate. I would've went back had I not already parked and practically announced by presence with the sound of my old truck's engine to all werewolves in the immediate area. I needed to be in the Alpha's good graces so he'd let me stay and get this old debt to the fae done and over with. 

I focused on the trees and undoing what I did. I could try clearing the debris, healing the soil and regrowing the trees but I'd probably pass out and leave behind saplings in place of mature trees. Instead I focused on rewinding time just right and let nature retake it's course. 

Unfortunately, I couldn't do the same to my life. It only worked on inanimate objects. Healing was behind me unless I had the help of plants but that in itself was one whole group of spells I couldn't master for the life of me. Nearly everything else came naturally. I even tried and failed to come up with my own healing spells. I was hopeless in that area. 

15 minutes later I was done one approximate area and moved onto the next. Had I come earlier, I could've fixed this a lot faster but I had 10 hours of death to reverse. The fae had me personally escort the fae back to their realm and the time here on Earth moved faster. A few minutes in the fae realm was hours here, give or take. In my experience, the time difference was never consistent. 

Although to be fair, as much as I wanted to place the blame on them, using that much fire was a bit more draining since I was naturally more cold given my affinity. A little rest before doing this spell did me well even if I had barely slept as a result. 

I passed through a Tim Horton's drive thru to grab a late breakfast. I'd drank a large coffee earlier with a cookie but was going to need more fuel if I was going to get through the rest of the day. 

When I returned back to the shop, I spotted a young girl in her teens waiting outside. Normally Javier, who had self pro-claimed himself my protégé, ran the shop while I was away but yesterday's mishap hadn't been planned and I had asked him to come last minute. I knew the shop would survive a few hours closed so I made a quick detour to try to offer two peace offerings to the Alpha for the damage I'd caused, and the alleged disrespect, and insubordination, as dominant werewolves would likely call it.