Chapter Three | Force-field

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We walk out of the motel the next day and start on our journey.

"Wherever the wind takes us, I wonder if we will find our soulmates!" Jade squeals.

"Let's hope they're warlocks, our species is the most hated race in the world. Especially by werewolves." I explain.

"Well this sucks!" Jade kicks a tree with a pout.

"Yeah, it kind of does. I'm just glad we haven't come across any werewolf packs."

Howls and growls sound off about 35 feet away.

"Spoke too soon." Jade mutters. This is just my luck.

"What the hell do we do? Our spells won't work unless we're wearing our hats!" She mutters.

"Do we try it? There's no way we're getting out of here. They're surrounding us." I whisper scream pointing to the 30-50 men around us walking close.

"It's worth a shot." We both twirl in a circle and we're transformed into our normal witch clothes.

I twirl my fingers making my black stick wand appear, now they're fully surrounding us.

"Time for the force field." I mumble, only our soul mates can come inside the force field. We KNOW our mates won't be here.

Some try to attack the force field but end up bouncing off, we giggle and sit down. I throw off my sweater and start picking at my nails.

"Hey, what bra are you wearing? I can see a faint pattern of zebra." Jade points, I look down.

"Yeah I didn't even notice! But yes, I just got it!" I smile down.

"Ooh, we should like really do each others hair!" Jade grins.

"Good idea, take off your hat and put away your wand." We twirl away our wands and take off our hats.

She did a really pretty French braid for me, and I did the same. Now we're playing patty cake, while the werewolves bounce on the force field.

I gasp when I see two tall and muscular men walking through the men, with a roll of their eyes.

"See Alpha, we just bounces off!" One of them complains.

We both stand up and put our hats on, as we take down our hair.

"Let me show you how it's done." The taller guy smirks and walks into our force field.

Shit.

"Oh my god." We both scream and run to the opposite side of our small round force field.

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