My Long Lost Mate

After making sure that we'd gotten the right house, Luke knocked on the door, waiting for the witch to come out. Now that we'd arrived, I began to feel anxious about learning the truth. Although I did say that I would accept the reality that I am a witch, I would much prefer to know that I am human.

After all, I've lived my whole life as a human. But suddenly, on a very snowy day, someone said that I was a witch. Of course, I would be surprised.

Following the knock, a few clattering sounds were heard before the door finally creaked open. The same black-haired witch opened the door, resting against the wall with both arms clasped to her ċhėst as she took in the sight of her guests. 

"I didn't expect to have you here so soon," she chuckled. "I suppose I'm your only choice?" She shot us a knowing smile, then moved away from the door to let us enter. "Please, come in." 

I begrudgingly stepped into the witch's house, entering the house which looked dark both from inside and outside. Luke placed his hand on my back, reassuring me that nothing bad was going to happen. 

"It's a bit messy, isn't it? It's been a long time since I last had a guest here, so please pardon me for the mess. I hope you don't mind," said Maggie as she kicked away the things scattered on the ground to make room for us to walk.

Well, to be exact, it was not only a bit messy—but very messy. The inside of the house was truly as bad as what was seen from the outside. The house was dark, not many candles were lit around the house, but it was still enough for me to see what was around me. 

As I looked around the room, it stared back at me, with me being horrified at how filthy it looks. No matter where I looked, it was a mess. The ground was a little sticky—with who knows what—and there were many spider webs on the corners of the walls, not to mention all the trash and objects strewn about.

I noticed that Maggie didn't live here alone, as she'd befriended the rats and ċȯċkroaches who lived among the mess here. I needed to watch my steps in order for me to avoid stepping into them might I found one running across the room. I didn't want to kill little her buddies by accident.

Despite the fact that she lived here, Maggie didn't appear to care enough to keep the place tidy. I couldn't help but marvel at how she'd managed to stay in this place for so long. It was worth an applaud. 

"Please have a seat," Maggie took a seat at the round table and then gave me the other seat in her front, leaving Luke to stand as there were no other chairs available. She swept all the things on the table, letting them fall to the ground without any care.

"It's quite cold today, right?" She asked, smiling affectionately at me. Then, with only a flick of her finger, a fire suddenly appeared in the fireplace, warming the previously cold room. I could feel my eyes widen in amazement as I realized I was witnessing magic for the first time in my life.

Maggie didn't stop there; with a wave of her hands, two teacups sprang off the shelf, as did a teapot. I was awestruck as I watched the teapot raise and pour the tea by itself into the two cups. One for herself, and one for me—her newly found sister, as she said. 

Finished brewing the tea, she placed a cup in front of me—though I would rather not touch it. I'd only accept her kind gesture. I didn't know her well enough to trust her that she didn't put anything inside the tea—or whether or not the cup was clean. 

"So, are you here because you have put more faith in my words, or are you here for something else?" She asked, leaning her back on the chair. She crossed her legs and folded her arms over her ċhėst, still smiling at me as if she was happy to have me here. 

"I'm here to ask you if you can show me proof that I'm really a witch," I said, and she let out a sigh. The smile on her face quickly faded as she heard me still doubting the veracity of her words. "Well, to be fair, believing that I'm a witch just after hearing your words is not a very easy thing to do when I've lived my whole life as a human."

"Such a doubtful little witch," she mumbled after taking a few seconds to consider my words. "I told you to touch the blue flowers, didn't I?"

"But it's dangerous." This time, it was Luke who answered. "We need a safer method to prove that she's a witch."

She let out a huff then stood up, walking over to the shelf where the teacups had flown out from. She carefully took out an object hidden behind a black cloth, placing the object by the middle of the round table. When she pulled out the cloth, there revealed a ball hidden underneath. Why is she taking out a ball?

"Found something familiar? It's the very same crystal ball that I used to locate your little witch," she said, glancing at Luke, who shifted behind me. "You'd be as good as dead back then if it weren't for this ball and me," she glanced back at me. 

Even though I had heard about Luke asking for help from a witch to find me, he never told me that Maggie was the witch. But, since I've only known Maggie today, I suppose he didn't see the point in telling me who the witch was back then. I needed to show her my gratitude for what she did for me. Without her, Luke wouldn't have been able to find me that fast. 

"Um, thank you for helping me." 

"I wasn't helping you in any way. I was trying to save my own life," she scoffed, glaring at Luke. "Your sweet mate right here threatened to kill me if I didn't help him find you that day. I almost lost my life because you were kidnapped."

After hearing her remark, the gratitude I had just felt was swiftly replaced by a sense of guilt.

"I'm sorry," I apologized for what she had to go through for me and glanced at Luke, but he only looked away from me while scratching his nape awkwardly. 

"I was furious that day," he reasoned. "And Maggie was being an ȧss." 

"Apology not accepted." Maggie snorted at his reasoning, shaking her head disapprovingly. "Anyway, as you can see—this is a crystal ball. It's a magic item, so, obviously, it'll react to any kind of magic."

As she spoke, she stroked the crystal ball with her fingers, immediately causing a cloud of black smoke to emerge from the previously clear orb, whirling softly within it. She raised her brows as if telling me 'see?' and then proceeded to push the crystal ball towards me, letting me know that I was next. 

"Why don't we let the Alpha touch it first? That way, you wouldn't doubt me when I said it would only react to magic." 

Luke quickly agreed to her suggestion, letting his fingers touch the now clear crystal ball. When he made contact with the ball, the crystal ball remained clear and pristine, with no movement happening as to what happened when Maggie touched it. 

"See? Nothing happened because he didn't have any magic," said Maggie. 

Now, all that was left was me. It was finally the moment of truth. My life would either stay the way it was right now—or changed to a completely different one. Should it change, I would live a life where magic was possible. A life with magic. 

With a lot of hesitation, I reached out and placed my hand on top of the crystal ball. Much to my surprise—and happiness—a few seconds passed and there was no change in the crystal ball. It remained clear, as clear as to how Maggie first brought it out. 

Seeing that there was no change in the crystal ball, I exhaled the breath that I was holding on to, feeling relieved that I was, in fact, not a witch. I quickly turned to Luke, who wore the same smile as what I had on my face. 

"You lied, Maggie. I'm not a witch," I revealed, sounding a little too eager. It felt as if a heavy burden was lifted off my shoulders, knowing the fact that I didn't have to worry about being burned at the stake or causing a problem to the pack by being a witch. 

Maggie didn't reply to me and just stared at the crystal ball, her expression remained calm. Despite the fact that the clear orb remained still even after a few minutes had passed, she continued to stare at it, as if trying to wait for it to change.

The crystal ball—it changed.