A Witch's Accidental Love
Luna Ravenwood is your typical high-school student who is preparing for college, with just one little secret. . .she's actually a witch. Life as a teenage witch is hard, especially when you add in an untethered best friend who doesn't always make the best of decisions, a crush who never seems to look at her, and a bully who seems to look at her too much. Who ever said being a teenager was easy?
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Lyla, who was still sitting in the top bunk, far away from everyone, was the one to speak, her question momentarily stumping everyone there. "How is everyone so calm," she asked, even though her voice was the calmest one so far. "There are two wolves inside the RV and a wolf-thing outside. Doesn't anyone find this situation a bit strange?" She had been able to see the large creature circling around the RV through the small, square window that was located in the center of the wall of where the top bunk was.
"Yeah!" Isaac immediately answered. "How are you so calm?!" He had voiced out Luna's concern as well. Even though he knew about magic, had seen it performed in front of him, and had even been on the receiving end of a few potions, he still easily panicked when faced with something that seemed scarier than a random aging spell or a harmless fertilizing potion.
"Hmm, to be honest, I still think I'm dreaming," Lyla answered. "I haven't figured that part out yet, although it certainly feels real."
Dreaming?
That gave Luna a great idea. Why doesn't she just use a spell to knock out Mark and Lyla so that she can figure out how to deal with the creature outside? She could use magic all that she wanted without the fear of exposing herself as a witch; she could also use it as a way to cover up the fact that they had seen Carl and Simon in their wolf forms.
Mark's face warped into a thoughtful expression. "You know, I think you're right. You're dreaming."
Lyla raised an incredulous eyebrow. "You saying that makes me one-hundred percent sure that this isn't a dream."
She had a point. Your dream would never tell you that you are dreaming. At least, not in any of the dreams Luna ever had.
"She's right," Isaac's words were a mirror of Luna's thoughts. The boy had visibly calmed down and was now running his hand down Simon's fury back in a calm, soothing manner. It was probably more for his benefit than it was for Simon.
"Of course I'm right," Lyla's words were calm and even, with no bite or hidden sarcasm in them. "But back to the matter at hand, what is that? A werewolf?"
"No," Luna, Isaac, and Mark answered at the same time. Even Carl and Simon had released low-sounding growls, denying Lyla's question the only way that they could.
Yeah, what is that thing? It's not a werewolf or a wendigo. Could it be a Fenrir? Wait. . .did Fenrirs even exist? Luna ran through the mythical creature index in her mind, trying to figure out what this creature resembled the most.