Mute

Witches Curse

I woke up with a new resolve. I would find a witch, and get her to erase the memories of the pack. There was no way I could live with them knowing.

So, after the pack had left for breakfast, Kody very relectantly, I called up an old friend. In my mind, obviously.

"Hi Gemma. I need your help." I sent, getting ready for the day. I pulled on a pair of bright pink leggings, a black spring jacket, and a pair of sparkly silver flats.

I figured that today was a new day, and I had to try and look presentable. So, I used some of Martha's makeup, putting on eye liner, mascara, and a light foundation. I decided I looked pretty good, but my hair was another matter.

After two hours of straightening my hair, it still wasn't looking good. I ended up just calling it a lost cause and pulled it into a messy but cute bun. For a little girlyness I added a sparkly bow, pinning it to my hair.

"Hey Rebel! Whatcha need?" I heard Gemma's voice ask me.

"I kind of ran into some trouble, and I need some help." I told her what I needed, but left out the part about why I needed a witch. One more person knowing was too much.

I headed out to the woods behind the house, perfect for changing.

I was now on four brown paws, my head filled with activity. Now that I was a wolf, I could hear everyone else's conversation, including people who weren't in my pack.

Deciding I didn't want to contribute my two cents on the fact that Kara Lee had big boobs even as a wolf, I ignored the voices and started toward the old Calar house. The house was the oldest in the area, but if you didn't know it, there was a huge plaque on the door saying so. It was owned by a small group of witches. They moved quite a bit, so that's why I had to ask Gem, because she knows everything. Even the fact that Sarah and her mate Dave were sucking faces in the park on saturday. How she gets this information, I had no clue.

Still hidden in the woods, but I could see the house, I changed back into human and brushed the leaves and dirt off my outfit. I walked up to the peeling red door and lifted the heavy brass knocker.

Before I could, though, the door was opened, almost as if by magic. Well, duh.

I was glad all supernatural beings could talk in eachothers minds. Otherwise, I would be screwed.

An old dark-skinned lady with curly brown hair was standing there, her bird-like hands settled on her hips.

"And what can I do you for?" She asked, her southern accent garbling her words.

I got really nervous, I wasn't used to people talking to me outside the pack. "Oh, um. I need a potion," I stuttered, the heat rushing to my cheeks.

The lady narrowed her dark eyes at me. "You are a werewolf. Why should I help you?" She asked.

I should probably explain. Thousands of years ago, a werewolf asked a witch for help. Much like me right now. Except it was a guy, and he accidently slept with his cousin's friends aunt. Accidently, my butt.

Back to the story. He said that in return for the potion, he would protect the witches for as long as he lived. Well, a few months later he died in a bar fight, and the witch got mad and said he did it on purpose. So, she put a terrible curse on his family. The curse is told to make every new born born with a pig nose, like in Penelope. The noses would go to normal when they changed, which was between fourteen and sixteen.

The witches were still mad, apparently. I had a plan though. And I knew it was risky, but it had to be done.

I took a deep breath before answering. "I know where your daughter is."