I can’t help but think that if Lauren, Beatrice, and Agatha were under a sachet’s control, just how their wolves feel. Putting those thoughts
aside I look back down at the platform and watch the matches of the Alpha Class. I couldn’t help but be in awe as I watched Xena battle.
She was an amazing Alpha female. Her form was fierce and perfect for battle, her strength glowing from within.
It was not long before it was over. I get up and make my way to the exit to wait for the girls. Dad told me, to break the spell for them, I’d
have to set fire to their sachets. If they were indeed being controlled by one. But I thought about the fact that we would need evidence to be able to get a conviction. I looked up at the big screen with this portion of the tournament’s rankings, then it came to me. Photographic
Evidence.
I pull out my phone and text my dad Can you find a way to record me and the girls? I want evidence later about the sachets. If they have them.” I get to the door and stand off to the side in a pocket of space created by the high wall of the arena surrounding bleachers above the pit. There was a wide hallway leading to the double doors of the exit, standing near one of the concrete floor–to–ceiling support
beams that were placed at regular intervals around the Coliseum, I spotted the girls. Then I waved them down.
They came over to where I was standing. “Hay girls, I wanted to ask you something,” I say. They looked at each other, their looks confused, and then Beatrice and Agatha nodded at Lauren, she looked at me and said. “Go ahead.” in a short crisp voice. “Has Sarah or anyone given you a sachet of herbs they told you to carry with you at all times?” They all look surprised at my question. Then confused
again.
It was Lauren who first started to dig in her purse, then the other two did. Lauren pulled out a large rhinestone covered, clip wallet, Beatrice a small shiny card carrier, and Agatha a large double zipper wallet in a standard black with gray diamond patchwork. All three girls pulled out sachets from this wallet. ““Can I see those?“” I ask.
Lauren looks at the other girls, shrugs her shoulders, turns, and hands me the sachet with a roll of her eyes and a “Sure, I don’t see why not.” uttered in a dry tone. The other two hand me theirs. “”Do you remember who gave these to you and when?” I ask them. Lauren and the girls looked at each other and then at me. “”It was Sarah,“” said Lauren. “She gave them to us during her ninth birthday party,” added Beatrice. “She said they were to make sure we always remain best friends.” this is from Agatha.
‘Did she say how she got them?” I asked. “Yeah, she got them from a Witch.” Said Lauren “Sarah calls the Witch Aunty,” said Beatrice “The Witch was best friends with Bettina, they were always together before the Witch was Banished.“” said Agatha. “Sarah was really
upset when that happened,” said Lauren.
“We had a Pack picnic about three months before it happened, but after we received our Satchets.” said Beatrice ““That was the day Sarah had us help her throw Alora into the River.“” said Agatha. “I remember my parents being so furious at me for being involved,” said Lauren. “My mother was horrified, told me I humiliated her and dad in front of the Alpha.” Beatrice told us “My grandmother was disappointed in me, she wouldn’t talk to me for a month after that.“” said Agatha.
“What are you going to do with the sachets?” asked Lauren. “The spell on these is harmful to all three of you, so what I’m going to do is burn them to get rid of the spell, I tell them. I get out my lighter, the one Dad gave me when I went on my first survival mission in a training class. The girls are muttering between themselves, I crouch down, set the sachets down on the ground, then set them on fire.
They burned different colors, blue, then green, then red, before the flames dimmed and the sachets were nothing but ash. They had gone up quickly, the herbs being dry and the material of the sachets had been worn with age.
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I looked back up at the girls, they were standing there, staring at the ashes of the sachets. Each had different expressions of shock and other emotions. It was Beatrice who fell to her knees with a scream of anguish, it was heart–wrenching. It took me only a moment, for me to recognize that pain. And as cruel as I was beginning to realize Sarah was, I didn’t doubt I was too far off my mark.
She screamed once more, before sobbing, tears rushing down her face “She had me reject my mate!” she curls up into herself on the floor, her pain and despair a voluminous cloud around her. Lauren and Agatha fall to their knees, one on each side of Beatrice, tears on their faces they both hug Beatrice. Supporting her as her anguish cripples her. Sarah has done so much damage. She was a horrible she–wolf, evil incarnate. It’s the only way to explain what she made her friend and I do.
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Areleen Torres
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I wonder if her parents are influenced by magic too? Crazy a 9 y old could be so devious!!
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
