Phoebe
When the going gets tough, only the tough get going.
With those words, I navigated my way into the woods, alone at midnight.
The battle was getting tougher and tougher by the day. But I would never back off.
I was tough. And only the tough ones could survive.
Despite the scary sight in the woods, nothing would make me back off. Not even a monster with twelve heads.
I had started this journey alone and I would finish it successfully on my own.
A whine in my head followed by a protest rolled a light chuckle from my lips.
Kruella was jealous!
“Fine, we are together in this, jealous bitch,” I snapped, a satisfying pur left her throat.
Sneaking out of the house never posed to be an issue, but for some strange reason, dad’s presence hovered around the house, monitoring my movement.
Forgiveness.
Forgiveness was what he pleaded. And after I assured him of my forgiveness, followed by a kiss on his forehead, he melted away in his room.
Same with Esmeralda.
That bitch. Foolish of her to think that I had forgiven her.
So foolish of her.
Almost losing my mind as dad ordered me to befriend her and see her as a sister I never had.
I would never befriend a thief. And for the records, I had no sister.
But for this plan, I had no other choice but to be close to her.
And it angered me!
Everything about her provoked me like hell!
Seeing her talk and act like she did nothing wrong provoked me like hell.
And the way she adored her hair? Pathetic!
What does she think of herself anyway?
A demigod? Because of her powers?
I wasn’t even sure she knew about her powers. Dad wanted to take things slow with her. Unveiling her true identity as a wolf and not a human was running her amok, revealing the powers hidden in her identity would drive her completely insane.
Completely insane. I like that.
I hoped she went completely insane and never regained her sanity.
Time to show the bitch what I was made of.
Sniffing the air, a thrill of satisfaction coursed down my veins, lighting me with a spark of happiness.
Happiness.
I had never felt that word since the first time I wolfed out.
I could feel it in my bones. I could smell it in the air.
The wicked witch of the west. The mistress of evil!
Her abode was just a stone’s throw.
After witches were banished from our Pack, knowing how dangerous and cunning they could be, when they almost took over our Pack. They all sought refuge in the farthest mountain, to dwell alone in the heart of the woods.
And my old-time friend, the wicked witch of the west, was the head witch.
Sabrina, nicknamed the wicked witch of the West, was the cruellest of all witches. The most brutal, fierce and powerful. Seeing the grave danger she posed, her evil magic and her abode which was in the West, made her rumoured as the wicked witch of the West.
Ignoring the sickening feeling in my gut after I turned West, approaching the mountain, I shook the feeling off.
This was not the time to be weak.
Coming to the witches for help was an abomination which attracted grave punishment when caught and led to the Alpha.
A lone wolf. Or should I say Rogue was the punishment given to people who were caught in the witches’ abode.
After they were banished, a simple instruction was given.
They steer clear of us and we steered clear of them
But I was trespassing.
An act that could end my dreams, making me more miserable for the rest of my life.
“You will never find your mate!” Kruella exclaimed, laying more emphasis on mate.
Mate? Really?
Who cares about finding a mate?
Not me.
“Every wolf cares about mates. After we are caught, we will be banished forever and made to roam the woods, anywhere, the day we are caught by rogue hunters is the day we will run out of luck. Are you sure you are ready?”
Silence stretched and I could feel Kruella’s words getting to me.
Was I truly ready?
Was the quest worth the punishment? And my reward?
A dangerous smirk played on my lips, “I was born ready, Kruel,” I halted, taking a deep breath, “Time to take back what’s mine!”
With those words, my pace increased, and adrenaline filled me, fuelling me with energy as I sprinted many trees, letting my paws lead me to the heart of the woods.
I halted, sniffing the air suspiciously.
This was the place.
It should be, but everything has changed.
Glancing around nervously as doubt and anxiety danced in my head, I took a few steps backwards, snapping my fingers multiple times.
Swallowing the bile of anxiousness that got stuck in my throat. I called wearily into the darkness.
“Great Sabrina, mother of witches, the cruellest of them all, I come before thee to beseech thy presence,”
Engulfed by the blanket of nervousness, I glanced around, hoping for a presence but I was met with none.
Silence filled the air, and so was the chipping of the crickets and the hooting of owls that perched on trees, pinning Their judgeful eyes on me.
Why was she not coming?
What could I be doing wrong?
Racking my brain, I struggled to recollect my last moment with Sabrina, but it came fleeting in my head.
“I pray thou show me a sign that I am not lost,”
In a split second, an earthen bowl rolled from a cliff, hitting my head hard.
“Ouch,” I screamed in pain, caressing my throbbing head. But a feeling of excitement gushed over me, erasing the pain in my head.
I was in the right place.
But I was given a bowl.
What the fuck do I use it for?
Think, Phoebe. What does Sabrina love? What does she want?
I racked my brain, holding the heavy earthen pot.
A spark of excitement flashed in my eyes.
“Sabrina loves the taste of blood,”
“And offering,” Kruella chipped in, excitedly.
That was it!
Allowing my claws to seep through my fingers, I dug them hard, hard enough to draw lots of blood from my palm.
I didn’t mind the pain. As long as I would get rewarded.
After filling the bowl with my blood, I placed a small offering in it, kneeling before my offering.
“I pray thou accept thee. And thine offering,”
A gasp escaped my lips when I saw the bowl ascend to reveal a mighty mountain obscured by trees.
“Proceed!”