The Witch and the Werewolf

I crumple up another piece of paper and throw my pencil onto my desk, clutching at my head, wishing that this horrible migraine would go away. No spell I had designed had even come close to lessening the awful pain of this headache, and trying to design a new spell to deal with it was just worsening the pain. Standing up from my chair I walk across my room to stare out the window at the illuminated street below, every step like a knife jabbing into my skull. I watch the rain fall down onto the street and sigh, if this headache didn’t go away soon I wouldn’t be able to finish my orders and make enough money to pay rent this week. I turn to glance back at my desk that has crumpled papers scattered around and on top of it and then look back at the street below. I had tried to create almost every possible spell, and nothing had worked; what I hadn’t tried was to take a walk in the rain. Feeling that my logic for soaking my clothes and avoiding my work was sound enough, I put on some black boots and unlock all five locks on my door. I double check that my keys are tucked into my coat pocket, and then close my door, making sure to redo all five locks before making my way to the stairs. I wince at every step, the small impact of my foot hitting each stair sending a ripple of pain throughout my head. I open the front door of the apartment building and step out, pulling my coat hood up and over my head. The rain pounds down and the cold air bites at my face, I look down at my feet and count my steps. One, two, one, two, one, two, one, ow! I run into something, or rather, someone and fall onto the ground. My headache disappears and instead butterflies fill my stomach. What is happening? I look up at who I bumped into and see a girl standing, looking down at me with a shocked expression. The street lamps behind her illuminate her silhouette, and all I can make out of her appearance is that she has long hair...and glowing eyes? Glowing eyes. The memories flood in and I scramble back as the girl stands motionless. I knew this had been a bad idea, living so close to a pack, maybe that’s why the rent was so cheap. “You’re my...” the girl trails off, her grey eyes pinned on me. “Mate.”