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Salem had a larger population than I had originally thought. Abigail elbowed my side as Pastor Gideon continued saying, "The town of Salem has come under siege by the devil, witches are amongst us,” My stomach dropped and my heart raced, what if they find out what I am. Abigail squeezed my hand as Pastor Gideon continued, “and thanks to my dear Samuel, we can find them and cleanse them from their sins, everyone who is suspected of witchcraft will be tested."

she said with seriousness in her voice and Amber looked down. Hazel’s hand was about to reach for the book she had earlier placed on the table when she heard Amber ask, “What about your family?” Her hand hung mid-air as she had not expected anyone to ask about the tragic part of her life that brought bad memories whenever she thought about it. Hearing her not respond, Amber decided to leave, but when she took a step towards the passage, she heard Hazel say, “They were victims of the Salem Witch Trials.” Amber turned her head to look at Hazel and when she saw her open a book, she decided to leave her to herself and head back home.

I gesture to the book in my lap, “I guess I was inspired.” “The Salem Witch Trials is a dark subject to touch on.” The girl remarks. “But since we live in Massachusetts and it's kind of like our 'claim to fame' we have to do reports on it, every year around this time. This is my ninth report on the witch trials.” I say. Every Halloween is when we study this fascinating subject. I feel myself being drawn to the violence and misery of the stories. Morbid, I know, but I can't seem to help myself. It just fascinates me to no end.

Magnusson told looking at the window. “I can understand them being shy about coming out to the public. They have stepped into the light before, and it didn’t end well.” Dimitri told them he could recall the Salem Witch Trials and the horrors the women went through. The deaths weren’t pretty, and most of them weren’t even witches. “No, it didn’t. Many women and men died. I still can’t believe such things happened,” Majesta spoke in almost a whisper. Magnusson squeezed her leg under the table, letting her know he was there for her.

I left out the part about the harnessing the power of the sunlight…until I had more information about that I felt like I wanted to keep it to myself. “Creepy…” Caleb added at the end of my explanation. “Man, I can’t remember the last time I saw a witch…They all moved back down to Salem from what I heard…Something about the ground there being full of magic from the murdered witches or something. I can’t recall exactly. Either way, not the kind of folks you want to mess around with. Extremely powerful, and nasty if you get on their bad side.” “Wish we had a witch on our side to help us find whatever is killing the wolves” I said to them. “Maybe we should go down to Salem and ask one?”

I saw the smile forming on his lips, so I lay down, my back flat against the ground as I rested my head on Hunt's lap, staring up at him. "I heard of those," I said. Hunt glanced down at me, his long fingers began tracing my eyebrow and then my nose. "My mom used to amuse me with those stories," he continued. "But there was only one sad story from all of those tales." I reached up and grabbed his hand, before placing it against my chest. "Tell me." "It was during the Salem Witch Trials when people didn't know that innocent beings were being persecuted and being put on trial for being werewolves." I found myself being pulled into a different setting as Hunt spoke. So I closed my eyes and list

14 GREEK WARS October 31, 1692. Salem, Massachusetts. Dusk, twas. Rowdy and war like. Dust was being raised into the air and shots were being fired. Blades slit through throats and skin and flesh and bone marrow. It was the town, Salem. This was the experience of the Salem Witch Trial. A lady is seen, laying on a bed asleep despite all the chaos around which was happening. By her side was a man, precisely her husband and across the room, two other beds were but no one laid on them.

It all seemed too complicated to explain when he was clearly tired. "It went well," I said simply. "Better than expected, actually." Dominic raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing there was more to the story, but he didn't press. I reached for the remote and turned on the television. "They're showing the final episode of 'Healing Howls' tonight. Want to watch?" He nodded, settling more comfortably beside me as the show began. It was a supernatural therapy series starring Sophia Winters, who played a counselor helping traumatized young werewolves.

“It was made for a very specific purpose.” I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. “What kind of purpose?” I asked, my curiosity growing by the second. Harmona met my gaze, her expression hardening slightly, as if the memory of what she was about to say was too heavy to bear. “During the Salem Witch Trials,” she began, her voice lowering, “when women were tested for magic, they had a way to avoid being caught. They could temporarily transfer their magic to another person—living or dead—and become human. For a time.”

After several hours of research, I came across the words ‘witchcraft.’ There wasn’t a lot available online but after looking through all available websites, I found it quite easy to learn how to counter any of the witch’s spells in addition to knowing where to find books, journals, and other things related to them. However, that only meant that I could only know so much in order to avoid becoming caught up in all those horrible events. Still, that was better than being completely ignorant, which is probably why these articles weren’t too informative at first. One paragraph in particular hit home though and made me realize exactly what I am dealing with. In it, there is a section titled, ‘Th