Hell Bound Witch

Returning to the pack

I am aware of which wolf is Alpha Sam but who could this other wolf be? He does not appear to be from the pack. I would have noticed a wolf with such dark black fur. He could hide within the shadows and never be seen. I would have guessed he would be great at stealth although the way he came barreling into the area I am not so sure. I mean he literally almost smashed into a whole ass wolf. That kind of skill takes a true i***t. When he had made eye contact with me I knew he knew something and I don't know what but it has me slightly worried. Those astonishing eyes. It feels like they could pierce through your entire soul and command you to commit any sin he asked. 

We all stayed in our places for several minutes making it feel like hours. I could feel my patients wearing thin. If these men could stop staring at me like a world wonder that would be fantastic. I have no interest in sitting here all day when they have already ruined my first round of fun. I slowly rise from the ground and start strolling back towards the pack. I can feel Jessalina attempting to make contact with me but I need to get further from the demolition of rogues I had already caused. Their poor small bodies mangled in such a way they will be unrecognizable would just cause too much mental anguish for her to handle. 

The men followed closely behind, watching my every move. They didn’t want me to obviously act like a ‘new’ wolf. I can respect and understand their concerns. I am not a new wolf, I am a hellhound that has been around for centuries. I don’t appreciate being babysat but I have to tolerate it until they can comprehend I am not a threat, at least not yet. 

There goes that scratching at the back of my mind. Little Jessalina wants to know what is going on in the outside world. I chuckle to myself. I suppose we are far enough from the crime scene. I allow for the barriers to come down so she can extinguish her curiosity. 

‘What happened?’ Jessalina asks me with complete concern in her voice. I can feel her worry affecting my entire body. This must be what it is like for a werewolf. Not only are they linked in the mind but they can feel everything their counterpart feels. Each wolf has its own set of opinions that do not always align with the human part of them. They must bicker often and it could drive anyone normal insane. I am surprised there are not more rogues. 

‘The situation was handled and we are safe. How considerate of you to not even ask if I have a name.’ I grumble in return. Utter disrespect to not even want to know who or what I am to her. I understand the last thing she saw was us being surrounded by those disgusting things and she was fearing for her life. However, I would think that she would want to know me. It infuriates me to be thought so little of. 

‘Oh... thank you. What is your name?’ You can hear the guilt and shame in her low voice.

‘My name is Persephone. I do want to warn you child that when I let you back into your human form you are going to be exhausted and most likely faint. You will most likely sleep for at least a few days as well. Your body is not used to it yet and it will take a while for you to grow accustomed to shifting.’ I warn Jessalina. 

I may be from the depths of hell but I am not all beast. Part of me has already grown attached to this little human. I have watched her grow from such a young age I cannot help but have an attachment. The only problem with attachments is that emotions get involved and do not always work in our favor. I know firsthand what it is like to care and love. I am not excited to be put in this situation however, this is the life I was granted by the dark lord or maybe even the moon goddess herself. There truly is no way of knowing unless I search for answers. Hopefully in the future Jessalina will be willing and welcoming regarding information obtained through curiosity. 

‘Thank you for today Persephone. I have so many questions I want to ask but I am unsure how to approach it. I hope you do not mind but I will be within my own mind for a little bit.’ 

I smile to myself. She is a good kid that understands more than I was expecting. I was expecting a total freak out about me simply due to the fact she is a witch. I truly underestimated her simply because of her being part witch. Witches I can’t say I hate them but I do not care for them either. They ask for too much with their powers. They become extremely selfish thinking only of themselves. Little by little they always ask for more, however each request comes at a greater cost. Only a small portion of it requires a piece of their soul but as they continue with their crafts and games it dwindles away whatever soul they have left. Even with good witches there is always a price to pay. Half the time if the price isn’t made you get tracked down by a demon for the loan. They can be worse than loan sharks. Scratch that they are worse than loan sharks. 

As we approach the border of the pack village I take a deep breath. I don’t want to go back to being trapped inside of a human’s body. Right now I have to and I suppose I could enjoy the nice slumber we are about to have. I stretch out one last time before letting her take over. Darkness engulfs us, welcoming us into its outreached arms.