As I walked into the town filled with supernaturals, I could feel eyes on me, letting me know that my presence commanded respect. My late grandmother was one of the most powerful witches to ever grace the supernatural world. She taught me magic at a young age, and I will forever cherish those teachings. Her influence still stands today; many refer to me as "Little Rose," a nickname derived from my grandmother's surname.
The magic I sensed was indeed powerful, but magic always has a loophole. Whoever the witch was that cursed Terry did not cover her tracks. Her mishap led me right to the town of New Haven, a place I had not visited since my grandmother's death. As I got closer to the source of the magic, a young girl came into view. She appeared to be no older than 20. In her small hand was a cigarette that burned away in the air, and she sat with her legs crossed as if she did not care in the world.
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"I should've known you'd show up; it's a pleasure to meet the mate of the fallen alpha. I heard he isn't doing too well," the young girl said with arrogance.
"Well, you should know I don't have time for formalities. You used dark magic to curse one of the most powerful alphas, and you didn't stop to think your actions could spark a war. The blood of innocents could've been on your hands. Luckily, I'm here on behalf of the pack to get answers," I replied.
The young girl began to laugh, her petite body hunched forward. "Look, I know you feel all-powerful and whatnot, but I don't have to answer to you. I'm not having a good day, so I suggest you go back to where you came from," she said, finally facing me.
"I didn't come here for trouble, dear. I simply want you to lift the curse. After you do that, I can be on my way," my words were cut off as the girl threw a large fireball in my direction.
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As I raised my gloved hand, I absorbed the magic surrounding it, rendering the fireball into nothingness.
"Listen, I don't want to fight you—" my words were cut off before she launched a series of fireballs in my direction.
The girl was clearly throwing everything at me, and I had had enough of her games.
"By the chains of forgotten might, I summon bonds to dim the light. With iron links forged in despair, I bind your will, strip power bare."
"Shackles round your spirit's core, Strength be lost forevermore. Twist and turn, bound in place, No magic here shall you embrace."
After the spell manifested, the young girl was surrounded by white, ethereal energy that formed into the shape of chains, gradually draining her powers.
"What the hell did you do to me?" the girl yelled.
"It's a spell I devised myself. Since you can't seem to cooperate, I'll have to lift the curse by force," I replied.
The spell would require a great deal of power from me. Taking over an individual's mind and using them to lift a curse is something I had never done before, but there is always a first time for everything.
*"O Ethereal Tides, Inhabitants of the Veil, By these words, my plea I unveil. From this husk, I summon the breath, And lift this shadow, resolving the death.
Hand and heart, release the chain, Through will and spirit, I break the bane. By ancient rite, and power true, Let curses flee and bodies imbue.
As the night yields to dawn's embrace, May this soul find tranquil grace. In the name of all that's pure and bright, Let freedom reign, by sacred light."*
I had to repeat the spell several times to rid Terry of the curse. After the dark magic was gone, I released the girl from my spell.
"I'm not going to apologize for doing what's right. I hope there isn't a next time, because then I won't be so nice," I said to the girl who sat on her knees, exhausted on the hard ground.
As I left the town, I made my way back to the pack. After some time, I entered the pack house. As I entered the room where I had locked Terry, I could see that his skin was no longer purple, and I knew then that my job was done.
"Thank you, Bane. I didn't know what would've happened had it not been for you. You didn't have to save him, but you did, and for that, I am grateful," Sherry said.
"I have to go. Don't tell him I was here," I replied to the she-wolf.
"You know he's going to smell you all around the place. I think it's better if you stay," she said hopefully.
"Sherry, I know you hold on to hope that all will be forgiving, but your son rejected me over a lie. Whatever love I had for him is long gone. I've moved on; so should you," I said.
Not in the mood for a response, I began to take my leave into the dark night, and the howl of my ex-mate filled the cold air.
