Chapter 7: Maya

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In retrospect I probably shouldn't have used my magic in front of mortals, but I felt like I was going haywire. Maybe it was the coffee, but it didn't feel like it was just caffeine. I felt like I was high on the strongest drug there was, and it only started when the two mortals and the so-called werewolf walked through the door of the coffee shop.

"Umm...." Annie stuttered going red.

"What the freaking hell!?" Matthew asked breaking out of his shock.

"Hehe.... yeah...." June awkwardly laughed. When no one joined in, she rolled her eyes and stepped closer to Mark. "You will forget that tonight ever happened. You got drunk, and hallucinated all of this." She looked deeply into his eyes.

Mark stared back at June, "I got drunk, and-" Mark blinked fast and pushed June away. "What the hell!"

"Maya... Help?" Annie turned to me.

"Oh," I closed my eyes, and whispered out a spell. "zaboraviti večeras."

The spell flew over to Mark and Matthew, and broke before it could hit them. "What was that?" Matthew asked us.

"There supernatural, let's bring them back to the house." I whispered to Adam, June, and Annie.

Annie ran over and knocked out Matthew while June knocked out Mark. Adam didn't do anything to Harper, and just told we were taking her back to our house. She went along willingly.

"What do we do? What do we do!" Annie freaked out. Mark and Matthew were unconscious on our living room floor. Harper was upstairs with Adam. He was explaining all the perks and cons of being a werewolf, and how some people become werewolf's.

"Umm...." I trailed off. It was my fault we were in the mess, and I was going to fix it somehow.

"Maya what were you thinking?" June sighed rubbing her temple.

"I uh... I don't know..." I shrugged hanging my head low. "I could go do a spell that shows what kind of supernatural they are."

"Yes. Do that." June nodded.

I took a strand of each of their silky black hair.

In my room I took out the spell book we collected tonight, and muttered the supernatural detection spell underneath my breath.

Their strands of hair flowed slightly which indicated that they were supernatural. The question was: what kind of supernatural?

Pink meant werewolf, Orange meant vampire, black meant dryad, and white meant witch. Their hair flowed red, blood red.

Before I could investigate further, loud voices filled the room.

"Our babies have found them!"
"Die!"
"Have fun Mayan."
"I want a damn sandwich, oh and your journey is starting."

My vision blurred and the voices grew louder and filled with threats. I reached over to my desk and tried to lean on it, but I missed a fell to the ground. Pain overcame me, and everything grew dark.

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