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TWENTY FIVE | Purple.

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TWENTY FIVE | Purple.

"We need a complete check-up done at the hospital pronto," Thomas barked once we had gotten back to Wolf Cove.

I sighed as Havak paced back and forth in the living room, "More importantly, we need to know how those bastards got so close to Wolf Cove. This is a serious threat – especially since they threatened our Priestess."

I rolled my eyes, "Guys, you're over reacting. I'm fine first of all, and second, they were so close because they were ex members."

We currently sat in the living room. Rosaline was rewrapping my burned hand (which was slowly healing) whilst we waited for the rest of our council to arrive. At least now, I was finally laying eyes on Wolf Cove's caretaker.

The fae woman was short with a dainty figure. Which I was definitely jealous of, the moment I had my first period and the whole 'model glow up' happened I gained a few extra pounds of curves. However, her skinny and fragile frame wasn't the most shocking of her appearance.

What really took the cake was her pale, slightly green skin and her dark emerald locks that brushed her hips. Her eyes were solid gold – free of any iris' and of course, like every stereotype her ears, were pointed.

She wore a light blue sundress and, on her arrival Havak had gave the fae his leather jacket to wear, making it look out of place and overly large on her shoulders. However, the way she smiled at him when he did so made me wonder if the two had some sort of bond.

"When is Crow, Claret and Henryson supposed to arrive?" Havak's voice grumbled causing my gaze to drift from her to him.

"Any moment now," Thomas replied.

Rosaline finished my hand with a long sigh, "Try not to mess it up again darling."

I pouted, "It wasn't my fault. I didn't know my magic would unravel the bandages."

"It'll do more than that," Havak grumbled, causing Rosaline to stiffen.

I looked over at him with confusion, only realizing everyone had grown stiff with tension except him, Creed and me. Then, all eyes were on Havak – eyes meant to silence him. However, he seemed to completely ignore the glares.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

Rosaline clapped her hands together loudly, "Well, that, is something she does not need to worry about for now."

"Tell me," I snapped, sick and tired of secrets.

Havak rolled his eyes, "Planning on it anyways. Now that it's clear you can use untrained shape magic you need to know the consequences of using it. Shape magic especially. Maeve, if you continue using it you might or might not go insane."

I looked over at Rosaline panicked at what I was hearing, "What is he talking about?"

"I wasn't going to tell you now only because it was never tested," Rosaline sighed, "Goddess, I need a drink. Creed darling, do you mind?"

Creed jolted at the sound of her name and smiled, "Of course."

Her bare feet padded out of the room however, my eyes never left Rosaline, "Please."

She sighed softly, running her fingers through her red curls, "Shape magic is one of the few gifts dark witches can be born with. It is a very rare gift, one that doesn't appear often in our blood. In fact, in the last hundred years, you and Damien were the only known ones – although its doubtful of any more. The last witches recorded with this was Genevieve Bishop, and Bridget Bishop. As you can see, it seems more like a Bishop thing however, nor did Henry nor any others have this gift."