Belonging

She feels her body making the journey, almost trancelike, her mind elsewhere, and when she arrives at the graveyard Camille welcomes her with a smile.

“It was always going to happen, Willow, witches don’t belong with werewolves. Do you want to come to the main house and meet some of the others?” She looks at Willow with a warm, open expression, waiting for an answer to her question. Willow glances behind her, feeling like she needs to run back to Alaric but resisting, her head nodding slowly as she begins to follow Camille to the house. Walking in through the huge, opposing front door, she sees a few people sitting around and talking, their words trailing into silence as they look at her with wonder.

“Everyone, this is Willow. Willow, these are just a few of the local witches, there are more of us elsewhere, of course.&rd