On the day Saffron got sold to a wolf pack, one witch changes STAWP history. Find out what happens to POW in this alternate reality short story starring Saffron, POW, Logan, the Moon Goddess, and JasmineVoosen.
She sat by the window and slowly scrolled through her phone. Her long, blond hair billowed around her, and she pushed it aside absently as she tilted her head up to the night sky. She looked surreal, almost magical, with the full moon reflected in her gray-blue eyes. A wistful expression flitted across her face, one that hinted at dreams of faraway lands, and the Moon Goddess could not resist. One moment, @JasmineVoosen was there, and the next, she was gone.
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I slam the truck door shut and break into a run to catch up to POW. His mansion looms over us and I feel a wave of nerves when he gestures for me to step inside. I'd have to be an idiot to do it—to willingly trap myself somewhere with the Pissed Off Wolf—but I do as he says. I'd be an even bigger idiot if I tried to defy or outrun him.
Once I step over the threshold, POW follows me in, slams the door shut and throws the deadbolt. My heart hammers in my chest and then... POW disappears. I don't mean leaves, turns a corner, runs off, or goes upstairs—no, he literally vanishes into thin air. One second, I have a Pissed Off Wolf scowling down at me, and the next, he's gone.
My panting breaths echo loudly through the deserted mansion. My heart races, and I look around in confusion. What just happened to POW makes zero sense, but like Mom used to say, "never look a gift wolf in the mouth." She'd giggle when she said wolf, and the memory makes me smile. It also reminds me that this is my cue to leave.
I fling the front door open, only to come face to face with a witch. I freeze, gape and rub my eyes to make sure I'm not seeing things. I know a witch shouldn't come as that much of a surprise, considering I'm a werewolf, but there's probably a scientific explanation for my kind. Witches, and magic, are a whole other matter.
For a second, I wonder if I could have gone crazy. Maybe I'm curled up in my room, hallucinating all this while Dad negotiates with the Pissed Off Wolf. That could be it, but I'd bet my money on a witch. Yup, all negative ten grand of it.
The witch looks around, her eyes wide as she takes in POW's mansion. She actually looks normal, except for the whole witch thing. Her clothes are distinctly human: washed out jeans, a long-sleeved tee, and running shoes. She's not wearing any witch jewelry, either, and she doesn't have any pentagram or Celtic triangle tattoos that I can see. I wouldn't even know she had magic, if it wasn't for three things—well, actually four.
To start off my list, there's a full moon. I don't mean tonight—those happen every month, and usually without witches. I mean right here, right now, smack dab in the middle of the day. The silver orb stares down at me from the brightly lit afternoon sky, as if the Moon Goddess herself is watching.