She-Wolf Chronicles: Magical Doubts (2)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Mitchie's POV

“...There’s so much left to learn,

And no-one left to fight

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain...

‘Cuz I’m broken when I’m open

And I don’t feel like I am strong enough

‘Cuz I’m broken when I’m lonesome

And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away.”

I hummed along with the melody as I brushed through my damp black hair.

My shower had been a fresh reprieve from the meditation class I had to endure with Aunt Alissa. For some reason I wasn’t able to empty my mind to have that whole peace and serenity thing going on, and therefore I found it extremely boring.

And in my opinion listening to music and singing along with it was a much better way of me remaining serene.

I guess a lot had changed over the month I’d been here. My mood had lightened even though I was still in the middle of the grief stages, and I was now beginning to come to terms with everything that had happened.

Not to mention, I found out what my active powers were.

I had inherited my mother’s ability of blowing things up with our minds and the control of the elements (though I was yet to master the art of controlling of them). I had also inherited Aunt Alissa’s ability of telekinesis(which was incredibly easy to master once Craig and Aunt Alissa double teamed and showed me how) and Aunt Cissy’s ability of Foresight (having visions of someone’s past or future) by touching objects or people.

But not only did I have to learn how to control these powers, I also had to learn how to create potions and spells quickly and accurately. I mean who knew that writing poems and cooking would be so stressful?

I put down my brush when I felt my hair had dried. But as I turned away I glanced at the picture on my dresser of me, Derek, Tom and Craig when they had come to visit last week.

I picked it up and smiled at how silly we looked, me in Derek’s arms bridal style and Craig on Tom’s back, all of us grinning like crazy.

We had been at the park a mile away from Aunt Cissy’s and Aunt Alissa’s house, and we had basically acted like total love struck idiots; playing tag, pushing each other on the swings, laying down on the grass as we watched the sun set.

It had been our first real date due to the fact that the other times they had come we hadn’t really been ourselves and I was still processing and learning to control my emotions and power.

And even though Craig and I hadn’t wanted a double date when we had organised it all those weeks ago, I couldn’t help but think it had been a great way to start our relationships in a positive way.

 “Mitchie, dinner’s ready!” Craig said as he barged into the room – reminding me so much of my brother Nick – but stopped when he saw the picture in my hand.

He sighed and went across the room to turn my iPod off, before he sat next to me on the large stool. He took the photo from me and placed it next to the portrait of my family – The original copy of the photo that was buried with my father.

 “They’re coming tomorrow baby,” He soothed as he put his arm around me and stroked my hair.

I laid my head on his shoulder, “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt, and you know it.”