Witch Hunt

The Book of Enrada Chapter 8

To be perfectly honest the hotel Megan found us wasn’t the best of choices. It had no flush in the toilet. The walls were damp and the air was cold. I shiver. Megan plops herself on the bed and Cameron trots to the bathroom, cleverly manoeuvring the door shut with his head. A moment later his head appears around the door. “Can you pass me you bag, Eliza?” He asks.

“Why?” I stare at him; there was nothing in my bag that he could use except girl stuff. I didn’t think he was the type that did that though.

“If you don’t give it to me then I will just come out and get it myself and when I come out you will not be so disappointed.” He says with a smirk. Megan bolts up from her lying position and rushes to the door. My bag in clutched in her hand.

“That is not a good idea.” She shoves the bag through the gap. Cameron chuckles and clicks the yellowing door shut.

“I’m gonna try to reach out to the gate again, see if I can pin point its location in Maryland.” I sit on the faded green carpet and cross my legs, relaxing my mind and concentrating on the golden gates of Enrada. I get pulled, over roads, through trees, the wind slapping by mismatched hair around my face and twirling up in the air. I cross many borders, travel through many cities and flash through towns not even on the map. I take in the sights in Washington D.C until I reach Maryland boarder, there’s a sign that says ‘Welcome to Maryland’ in floating letters, ‘Please drive carefully’ is printed in bold underneath it. I smile in satisfaction, almost there. I cross the border, only to find everything’s fuzzy, everything turns to grey and a sharp buzzing noise pierces my ears. I crumple in pain gripping my ears and opening my eyes. I shriek at how close Cameron is.

“That’s cool.” He says with a slightly impressed face but it is soon covered with his impassive stare that seems to vacate his face far too often.

“You can’t do that when I’m meditating, you scared me half to death.” my hand was on my head, the buzzing was still faintly there, like a bee was moseying around and taking a quick tour of my brain.

“Mmm, its true, one of the maids at home, got to close while she was meditating. She almost lost her head from the blow El gave her.” she says with a mouthful of hotel mints.

“Are they clean?” I ask. “She’s fine; she only hit her head on the wall, nothing serious. She’s still alive, well if the Shadows haven’t killed her yet, that is.”

“She lost half of her memory. She was defiantly not fine.” Megan points out.

“At least she got an early retirement.”

“Yeah to make up for her memory loss.”

“You people are crazy.” Cameron says.

“May I correct you that we aren’t exactly ‘people’. We are made up of power and of course blood and stuff but mostly power.” Megan says.

“Yes, like you’re not human. You’re some sort of mutated shifter, from realm, which means that some of our people must have migrated here, so that actually means you’re not human, you sort of a cross breed between humans and a wolf or dog Guardian shifter…”

“I’m assuming this because that is what you can turn into now. How fascinating.” Megan says circling him.

“ I’m a werewolf, half wolf half human not a cross breed.” He says holding his hands up.

“If that is what you insist.” Megan says walking to the window and now closing the curtains, shutting the stormy grey sky out.

“So would that mean you made out of animals because you can talk to them?”