Home Bound

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

"Well lets go! No time to waste!" I grabbed Marc's hand and tried to drag him away to the car so we can get going. But, he just stayed there not moving and I couldn't move the big lug. "C'mon on Marc I need to know what's happening, I can't wait any longer!"

Marc sighed, "Isabella, I don't know how to tell you this but, the witch that would help us happens to be Kenzie's mother. I don't know if she'll help you with this."

I looked at Marc shocked. "How could Kenzie's mother be a witch? Kenzie is obviously a werewolf." It wasn't uncommon to have a mate outside your species but wouldn't the child inherit both genetics? Here I thought the mating process was simple. Dead wrong apparently.

Marc nodded. "Yes she is a werewolf but because a witch's genetic structure is so unstable it take a witch with either a human mate or male who is a witch's son to create another. Since Kenzie's mother is a witch and her father a werewolf the werewolf side over powered the witch and made her pure werewolf as if her mother was just another normal human."

I looked at him weird staring blankly ahead. He seemed to understand. "Witches died almost completely out in the slave days because they were indistinguishable compared to humans. They were afraid to use magic to save themselves because it would be classified as a defiant act to their masters. Then.. shink." He ran a finger across his neck signifying their death.

"Now it's obvious because they live much much longer than a werewolf. They can also go through two or three different mates before dying. They're almost immortal although they do age. I think it's every ten years for them to physically age up one year."

"Wow." That was all I could say. Kenzie's mother would be over 400 years old but that only added 40 physical years to her life, I wonder how old she really is. "Even so, we must see her. What could she have against me? I did nothing to her or her family. If anything Kenzie is the one to blame."

Marc sighed. "I suppose so, but if you get me into trouble with her then you'll have to find another tracker because she just may turn us to frogs." I chuckled a little bit at the thought of Marc being a frog. It lightened my mood a little bit.

"C'mon Marc, it's time to go visit my body's birth giver." I took his arm and pulled him to the car. We both got in and my heart was racing. What would she tell us? Would she turn me away and just leave me like this forever? I hope not, I hope she was nothing like Kenzie.

I looked at Marc and he started driving forward into the old Silver Crescent territory. I laid back into my seat. I kept looking forward thinking about everything that's happening, somethings bordering on the impossible. I took in a deep breath to calm myself, but that all blew out the window as soon as I saw Ryder's old home.

Its walls were torn down the iron gates off their hinges, the garden was wilted and not a single colorful flower was there. I looked closer hoping in my heart I would see something. Then I saw it.

"Marc pull over." He looked at me weird and kept driving. "I said pull over!" I almost yelled looking at him. The car stopped abroptly and I jolted out of the car.

Marc stuck his head out the window. "Isabella! Where are you going!? There's nothing in there!" I kept running past the downed iron gates and into the side yard. I stopped and knelt down. It was hard to notice because of the color but it was here.

"Isabella." I whispered and smiled to myself as I held the wild gapes also known as the 'fox grapes' or as I was told 'back in my day' an Isabella. They weren't here when I lived here. They can grow wild or you can plant them. Their dark color almost hid them from me behind the dead tall grass. They are a very rare grape that are now almost exclusively grown over-seas.