Twenty Two II

"You're a tracker. I thought you'd be skinnier," she replies, and Conrad purses her lips.

She's curvy, which is unusual for wolves; even after her bout of depression.

"You're a witch. I thought you'd be nicer," Conrad beams, and the witch's face drops a little.

Yeah, bitch. Make her eat them words, Jane cackles.

She's had people comment on her figure for most of her life, especially since she finished high school.

When she had gone to college, her hips had come in, her boobs had tripled in size, and her face had finally lost some of the puppy fat.

She had been pretty skinny in high school, bar her hips, which never went away no matter how much cardio she had forced herself to do.

She was secure in her body and liked her curves; which was a relief, especially in situations like this.

"You know how this ceremony is carried out, yes?" The witch asks disdainfully, looking down her nose at the girl.

Conrad gives her a nod and a tight smile, sitting down on one of the wooden benches in the