Beasts Of Pennsylvania - | The Nature of the Beast |

8.

Hesitantly, Davina followed Dean and the four witches up the paths to one of their homes. It was a little further down the street from her old home, but she couldn't remember going this way very much. She wished she could get a better look of their faces and hopefully recognize them. Dean was quietly regretting this trip. He hadn't thought he'd run into any witches on this trip despite knowing there was somehow magic coursing through Davina's blood. Two witches stayed behind Dean and Davina as they entered the home. Warm lighting filled the room. Several candles placed all through out and essence burned on a table sat in the living room. Oh, great. A séance setting, Dean thought. Davina turned back, having known what he was thinking. She thought of reaching her hand out as a way to comfort him, but didn't want to cross a line with him. He eyed her before they were led away from the room and further down the hallway into an actual living room setting.

"Please do sit." One of the woman said as she lowered her cloak, placing it on the back of one of the yellow couches.

"How come you didn't have us sit in the other room?" Davina asked curiously.

"That setting isn't for everyone. We want to be respectful of our guests." The woman said as she finally turned to face us. The had dark brown hair with creaseless, dark skin. Dean could tell from the way she spoke she was an old soul. He figured she used a spell or some sort of charm to make her appearance remain young.

"Guests?" Dean questioned her. He had met a lot of witches in his time. The only witches he ever found that weren't completely against him and his kind were the coven leaders. One of the many things that he has learned is that coven leaders are utterly respectful leaders of any supernatural being upon first meet, as was he.

"Yes, guests." The woman repeated herself as Dean and Davina made their ways over to the opposite couch. The three witches soon joining the older woman on the other couch.

"I am Claudia Timmons. This is my right-hand woman ." Claudia said as she patted the knee of the woman to her left.

"And the first to my right is my adoptive daughter, . And further to my right is . All are apart of my coven." Claudia said.

"And you are undeniably Dean, the well known North American leader of the beasts. The art on your neck give away you identity." Claudia said as she motioned her hand towards the tattoos. Davina turned to Dean with a frown upon her face.

"I thought you were the King globally?" Davina pondered, quirking a brow up at Dean.

"I am. But, I cannot be in every place at once. That's why I have co-leaders like Jackson and Charlie." Dean answered before turning to Claudia. "The witches communication doesn't go as far as mine does, I believe." Dean said.

"That is true. We hardly communicate with other witches outside of our communities. Witches aren't very trusting of other witches because we are naturally untrustworthy beings." Talia explained.

"Are you not a witch? I thought I could sense it in your aura when you walked through the door." Tabitha questioned. Tabitha was significantly younger than the witches she was currently surrounded by and it hadn't gone unnoticed by Dean and Davina. They both had wondered once they got a chance to see their faces. Despite the coven, and most all witches, no communicating much with outside witches, they had with Tabitha. Tabitha had been in a coven where she didn't quite agree with her community. The conditions were poor and she needed a way out. Claudia provided her with that. Tabitha was still very young and had much to learn about being a witch.

"No, I am not." Davina replied.

"But, there is strong magic within you, child. I can sense it." Claudia said.