No Bully For A Mate

MARGERY

“Margery, I need you close to me,” Mom said as the witches and wizard surrounded the town to put the shield that would protect the pack lands, most importantly our village.

I stood next to her and lifted my hands, closing my eyes as I focused on strengthening the shield while the wizards kept chanting the spell that was placing it.

The strength was overwhelming, making me groan in pain, but I was able to hold on and let them finish the process.

“Good job, honey. That should keep them away for a while at least,” Mom said, hugging me while kissing my head. Dad approached us and looked at me with that intensity in his eyes. He was strict, but loving and everytime I would see this side of him, I would be afraid that I had done something wrong.

“I’m very proud of you, my little witch,” he said, smiling at me as he cupped my cheeks to kiss my forehead.

“Thank you, Dad. I don’t want to disappoint you both. I promise I’ll keep working hard for the coven,” I