She-Wolf Chronicles: Magical Doubts (2)

Prologue

Prologue

Mitchie's POV

I wiped away the remaining tears on my face as I looked up at the small, yet homey, looking house.

The home of the aunts that I never knew – one of them a widow and Craig’s mother and the other the mate of the psychopath who is first on my hit list – and who would now teach me the ways of a witch.

Is it me, or is my family just full of twisted and horrid memories and broken emotions?

“I wish you wouldn’t think like that sometimes,” Craig sighed as he parked the car in the small drive outside the house.

I laughed, the sound having no humour whatsoever. “I can’t help it if the truth hurts Craig. I mean, I don’t even know what I’m going to say them...”

He took my hand in his and squeezed. “They’re family honey. Say whatever is on your heart.”

Say what’s in my heart? Sure, I’ll just walk up to them and say, “Hi, we’ve never met due to the fact that my ‘would-have-been-uncle’ tried to kill me but ended up with my mum sacrificing her life instead. I then killed all the son of bitches who tried and succeeded in murdering my father, and I’m here now so I can train my emotions and not harm my pack.

“And in consequence for this, I have just separated myself from my mate, which is excruciatingly painful due to both my witch and wolf mating with him, and not to mention the guilt overdrive in me from having split up my cousin from his mate due to the fact that he is my god given Guardian. But it’s nice to meet you!”

Yeah, I doubt that would go over very well.

At Craig’s flinch, more guilt added to the ever growing pile of my emotions. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

He just shook his head and smiled, “You’re grieving baby, and you’re separated from the one person who can help you get through it. I’m not surprised your feeling venomous.”

I sighed. I don’t deserve him. His forgiving nature is gonna make me feel guilty throughout the trip as I knew that I’d probably be quite bitchy and emotional.

Deciding to just get it over with, I opened the door and stepped out before walking toward the front door slowly with Craig at my side, his presence somewhat comforting.

The door immediately opened before I could knock or Craig could unlock the door with his keys. And somehow I was quickly ushered in and enveloped in a tight hug before I could even blink.

“Oh gosh, sweetie. I’m so sorry, ever so sorry!” The woman kept saying as she shook slightly with the silent sobs she was letting out while she held me tightly.

I didn’t know what to do as I wasn’t all that used to this form of comfort, so I just remained frozen in place.

But tears swam in my eyes before they ran down my cheeks, as I realised that this was what motherly love felt like.

She pulled away slightly and wiped away my tears gently. But they were relentless and continued to pour out of my sore eyes.

My heart broke even more when I realised just how much she looked my mother. She had the same long, curly hair as Mum and the same red colour lips that me and Lucy had inherited from her, though the colour of her hair was more auburn than chestnut and the structure of her face looked more stricter.

But somehow her expression and eyes reminded me of Dad’s all those years without Mum. And I knew instantly who she was.

“Hey, Aunt Narcissa,” I whispered as I rubbed my eyes in attempt to stop the flow of tears.

She stroked my hair lovingly. “Call me Aunt Cissy; my full name is too much of a reminder of...” She broke off hastily and shuddered.

 I nodded instantly and tried to smile reassuringly, but my sorrow was too great.

“Hey, I want to hug my niece too,” A soft voice said before I was once again enveloped into a different embrace.

“I’m so glad you came, baby.” She whispered in my ear as she held me tighter. “We wanted to meet you so much, especially with the things we heard from Craig over the years.”

This time I hugged back, but only because her scent was so much like Craig’s that I felt used to it. She pulled away and I was glad that I wouldn’t be bombarded by the similarities in her appearance as I had with Cissy’s.

She had Craig’s brown hair and features, and the only thing that was familiar was her bronze eyes and red lips, yet their shape was smaller.

I didn’t know what else to do or say. I was tired from all the crying and my emotions were wearing me down.

 “I’m going to get the bags from the car. Mitchie, why don’t you go with Mum and Aunt Cissy to the living room?” Craig said as he kissed his mother on her cheek.

I couldn’t help but to be slightly envious at the gesture, but I just nodded before both Aunt Alissa and Cissy gently took my hands in theirs and led me to what I was guessing was the living room.

It was awkward as they told me how sorry they were for everything, and how bad they felt for not coming to Dad’s funeral. But I just shook my head at them and told them I understood that they had to stay in hiding.

I looked at them closely when my eyes finally stopped flowing with tears. I could see that both their pain and guilt and anger were as powerful as mine. Yet, they held it in better than I did and I was glad that I had made this decision, even if the pain from the separation was unbearable.

We later talked about why it was I was here when Craig finally joined us, and though I didn’t tell them everything that was going on in my life I told them that I wanted to learn how to control my witch and my emotions and learn how to be a proper witch.

They told me that it would take a while, but they could see my determination and said that we would start straight after I was settled.

Translation: wait until I could trust them.

I didn’t know what to do, or how to act around them, and I knew for sure that I looked like some sort of person that you should pity.

But I also knew that in due time, I would hide away my emotions and I would act strong. Because these women were prime examples of how hard and how cruel life could get, yet they were still alive and still fighting.

And I knew that though I didn’t yet trust them and I couldn’t yet let them in my heart with it being so broken, I knew that they had instantly gained my respect and that they would end up being my role models.

Strong, independent, loving, and powerful; exactly what I wanted to be.

And as I lay in bed that night in the guest room with Craig curled up next to me (as I couldn’t bear to sleep on my own), I couldn’t help but think that I would be gaining something else from the trip other than training.

I would finally learn what it felt like having a mother figure in my life. What it would feel like if my mother was still alive.

And I was as anxious as ever to get started.

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