Witch Elm Novels & Stories

Chapter 3 Alex I don’t know why my dad insists I go to this stupid elder ceremony. I know we have to be nice to them and pretend to get along, but I was really looking forward to a nice run on the equinox. We don’t have to shift except for on the full moon, but any type of celestial holiday or event our wolves tend to get a little pent up. There was no chance I would be able to shift in front of a coven of witches. I doubt half of them have ever even seen an actual werewolf in person.

“You’re going to tell him!” “Of course! If he were a partisan of the dark arts he would be held to atone as much as any witch in Drimidan!” *** Mayor Marx slapped on a wide brimmed black hat and his cloak. Handing me my blue one. “Wh-where are we-we going?” “Up to WitchFall.” I swallowed. But before I could formulate a rational complaint, Mayor Marx had bundled me into his carriage, and it was rattling down the road toward the hill. With every roll of the wheels, I felt like my gut was dropping further into my feet.