“What are you talking about?”
Minnie sighed let out a long suffering breath as if it was me that was a thorn in her side, instead of the other way round.
“I’ve known I was a witch since I turned sixteen.”
“What?” Marie asked.
The young witch leaned back against her bed, swiping at her bloodied nose with the back of her hand. “I was all alone. Thought I was evil or possesed. I was scared, and my mother wasn’t there for me.
“I joined some online groups. Thank the heavens I found some real live witches.” She looked up at her mother with something akin to sadness. “Witchcraft is hereditary. My mother had to be one for me to be one. That or my dad. I cast a simple spell.” She shrugged. “The water turned pink. Voila! My mother’s a witch.
“My brother’s one two.” She pointed at Dustin and Riley. “Water turned blue for you. Shifters. Same for Freya and the attitudetwins.
“All I want to know is why?”
Marie did not even hesitate. None of that “to protect you”, “I wanted a different path for you”, “you were not ready” bull.
No, Marie went straight to the hard truth: “You have a dark soul, my child. Always had. I knew the magic would twist you up inside. The world needed to be kept safe from you.”
A hysterical laugh burst out of Minnie. She gave a small bow. “At your service. But my brother is so perfect and everything he does is wonderful.” She snorted. “Get out of my room!”
“You have to answer for what you did!” I yelled back.
Minnie turned her eyes on me. They were flaming red in a sea of white. “Really? You want to start a fight? A fair fight? Witch versus wolf. Siren or not I could totally take your ass. So....
“Want to go at it? You have kids to protect, your siblings somewhere in this little house. If I blow it up, everyone is blowing up along with it. Think it through. ”
She had a point. A blast from a powerful witch could level the whole house. Minnie could, at a minimum, level the entire floor.
I rolled my eyes. “Let’s go. I’m so done with this.”
We all filed out and Minnie shut the door with a flick of her wrist.
I left the others and went to tell my family about....everything.
The gang waited for me downstairs. We sat around the fire-- me and Dustin on the floor, Riley and the twins up on the couches-- sipping hot cocoa with lots of milk.
There was a loud knock on the door. It could not have been Agnes. She was out of town on business and she had a damn key.
“I’ll get it,” I announced, when I saw how unwilling everyone was to get uncomfortbale to answer the door.
I opened and..."Who are you?”
The man scowled at me. “I’m looking for Riley.”
He was a shifter, I could sense that. But there was something else. Something familiar.
“I’m his mate and you are..?”
“Reese?” Riley said from behind me.
I moved away just in time for Riley to rush by to his brother and envelope him in a tight embrace.
“Who’s that?” Dustin asked as we stared at the laughing hugging brothers.
“Reese. His brother.”
I sighed. I really hated a crowded house.