Witchy World’s Lost Alpha

"Damn humans can never clean up after themselves!"

Having to jump up and down to grab onto the disgusting thing, while my backpack weighed a ton, making me miss incredibly!

Huumanns!

They always destroy everything they touch.

Food, each other, Mother Nature. Like these beautiful woods that I love to roam in straight from my backyard. I was always in and out of here like a jungle girl most days. Nature always called out to me in several different ways. Always.

Occasionally, I would hear twigs snapping and animal noises, but it never frightened me. I'm a pretty skilled Light Witch. Plus, there's not much to be afraid of here in the human realm, except rogue supernaturals and power hungry human beings.

Unlike that of Witchy World. Where all the supernaturals in the world would go in and out of. In that realm, there's no telling who or what you'd run into! You always have to be careful not to offend any other super being...or you could lose your life easily and over there, they don't look for your killer.

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I continued my deep hike of a walk through the shaggy green forest, inhaling every scent nature had to offer my nostrils and all the green scenery my eyes could take in on this beautiful, sunny day.

The earthy moss and wildflowers were enough to send goosebumps shivering all along my arms. I've been itching to crack open my dark, ancient witchcraft book, and read the magical scriptures specifically about nature!

I plopped myself down on a leafy green area, surrounded by berry bushes, and threw a thin quilt down from my backpack. The air was nice and warm for a January. I wonder if that meant it might even snow tomorrow? Hmm...

As I laid on my stomach, and flipped through the delicate and stiff pages of my spell book, I found myself succumbing to the relaxing noises from the wind blowing through my loose curls and tussling the leaves around me. The atmosphere definitely soothed me to sleep.

I woke up from hearing myself snore, and almost forgetting where I was at. My spell book was opened on a spell binding page that I didn't even translate nor read yet. My witchcraft book was in the Greek language, costing me my whole car savings!

Thank the town for their trains and busses!

I usually translate each page and practice the newly found magic as I go, never forgetting that the magic could be harmful to my surroundings and myself. Hence, being so deep in the woods on a Wednesday afternoon!

I've learned a lot from these type of craft book, that I didn't even think the witches in my coven knew how to practice, or that they even existed.

Then again, they wouldn't, because it contains dark magic rituals which is a 'forbidden' practice around the supernatural world now a days.

I didn't get to ascend into my coven when I was 13, because I practiced around with the dark magics. Someone warned them ahead of time and they didn't even consider me. Literally turned their backs on me.

The 'Taking and giving of life' was my first dark magic spell I casted. I was infatuated with taking, but giving back, always. Most of the time, only being practiced on flowers and animals, that is.

Not people!

We weren't those type of witches, or at least I wasn't. I couldn't take anyone's life. Not without talking to the council first.

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I sat up from my quilt and got up on my feet. My fingers were tingling to release my bundled up, dark magic. I pointed my finger towards a nearby berry bush, ready to dispense my acidic, dark energy onto its frail branches and leaves, when I heard the sounds of...well....silence...

"Silence—?" My voice quivered in my head.

I shuddered at the sudden change in the atmosphere. No birds chirping , no insects humming , not even the wind rustling and sweeping up the leaves nearby. Just the tall trees swaying back and forth and covering the view of the sky.

I felt like a scared bunny.

A strange pull followed by an animalistic snarl made me flinch. Haulting the stance I had taken to destroy the berry bush. I felt the need to slowly turn my head over my shoulder, as if someone was watching me. Calling me...trying to reach me ...

Just as I turned, that's when I saw a big black, fury blob, slouched between the trees a few yards away. The sun was shining in my eyes and I brought my hands above my forehead to block its beam.

My heart was racing. What animal was out here!!

Enormous green eyes staring back at me, and it's tongue hanging out.

ARGHHH!!! IT'S THAT DAMN, OVERSIZED WOLF THAT HAS BEEN FOLLOWING ME FOR THE PAST SEVEN DAYS!!

He always seemed to know my location. As though he's been stalking me.

I could never get any magic done lately. This wolf has been interrupting all my sessions and taking up all my free time I usually spend in these woods.

"Why me?" My rambling brain cried out. "Why now? Again!!"

Last time he wanted food and wasn't satisfied with my chocolate energy bars. Then he starts growling every time I'm trying to leave him!!

If it wasn't for his mysterious fur that flickered purple, I would have told my coven about him a week ago...

He could be a rare creature and I would hate it for anyone to find him. I don't believe he is supernatural at all, he's kinda odd.

I continued abusing the tree with my magic until I noticed the wolf coming closer. Definitely didn't want him to get in my line of fire.

I stopped as I heard him whimpering up a storm. I looked to him and he was crouching and dragging himself closer to me.

He's so needy. Always wanting me to put my hands on him!

Cautiously bringing my sweaty palm over his wide and fluffy head, I patted his soft fur down to his mane and felt a wave of tingles gushing along my whole body. With every stroke and pat, his body always made mine feel hot with sparks.

He grumbled lowly, reminding me that I was petting my furry stalker again. I tend to give this creature way to much time and attention.

He's mysterious.

I looked down passed his head and to his front hind leg.

I gasped!

The fur around it was damp with blood and I could make out a wire wrapped around it.

I remembered that I had brought my gardening shears with me. I reached over into my bag and slid them out in one quick motion. Listening to his cries, I took a deep breath in and started to talk to him.

"Ok wolfy. I need to cut the wires off of you.

Please don't bite me. Please..." I whispered to him, trying to hurry up, so I could escape right after.