Teen Wolf Imagines.

sassy witch. / the pack

"I'm sorry what do you want?" You said, gazing up at the werewolf pack that surrounded your table, looking confused at your multitude of herbs and strange bowls. You turned your back towards them, opening one of the many small drawers that lined the wall in your back room, the room that was only opened to supernatural creatures in need of your witchy expertise. "I'm sorry, I don't think it's possible to make a spell like that. Even for me." You said, closing the drawer after emerging with a handful of crushed crystals.
"Please Y/N. You're the strongest witch in the state and the only one that can help us."
You rolled your eyes. "Country." Scott looked at you, confused at your one-word answer.
"Pardon?"
"I'm the strongest witch in the country after beating out that one in Louisiana." The werewolf pack looked at you, impressed.
"But seriously, this is such a complex spell, I need the blood of a virgin to complete it."
One of the members stepped forward. "Use my blood, I'm a virgin." You looked him up and down with your steely gaze watching him fidget. You shrugged, pulling out a large needle and handing it to him. "If you want you can fill this." The kid almost fainted at the sight of the massive needle. You smirked. "I'm just kidding." You waved your hand, and a small bowl filled with blood. "Wait is that-" The guy said.
"Your blood? Yes. Yes, it is." The pack watched as you added the crushed crystal and herbs into a bowl, chanting under your breath. You felt the power being sucked out of you, putting the strength into the potion, you could feel blood trickle out of your nose but you kept chanting. Finally, with a final mantra in Latin you collapsed in your seat, completely drained. You sucked in deep breaths, trying to get your energy. Someone passed you a bottle of water, which you took gratefully, taking a swig. "Is it ready?" A strawberry blonde said, looking at the misty liquid in the bowl. You nodded, wiping the blood from your nose onto a piece of cloth you kept in your pocket. You picked up the bowl, levitating it above the table and summoning a small capped vial underneath it. The pack watched as the liquid poured skilfully into the vial, which then corked itself before floating towards the pack, Scott grabbing it out of the air and pocketing it.
"Thank you so much for this Y/N." You smiled at him, waving your hand dismissively.
"It's fine, anything for a local pack, but you owe me." You said, opening the door behind them with a wave of your hand. Waving as they walked out before sitting back in your chair, drinking some more water.

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