The Witch & The Wolf

Chapter 1

Wolves and witches have never really been a good mix, any one of them could tell you that. The witches saw the wolves as arrogant, pigheaded and filthy. The wolves, on the other hand, saw the witches as stuck up, annoying and prideful. Over the years the rift between two of the largest mythical species had gotten larger and larger. By now nobody really know how it started, only that it had gotten worse. 

The story goes that initially, they simply didn't like each other, choosing to stay away from each other. But this dislike turned into hatred as they succumbed to war.

For decades on end, this war would rage, diminishing both species in numbers until only a few remained. It was then that a peace treaty was discussed, and the war finally ended. Quickly the werewolves grew in numbers again and over time so did the witches.

Now, centuries later, they still despise each other, but they are in peace.

This... However, is the story of how the bond between the two species will be mended, and it all started one very gloomy day...

The rain poured heavily as a hooded figure approached the small wooden cabin. The hood was pulled far over the face, shielding it from the rain. The footsteps could be heard and made a squelching sound every time the boots were lifted from the mud.

Slowly, far slower than she would have liked Sapphira returned to her cabin. In one hand she held her bag and with the other she tightly tried to keep her cloak shut and the rain out. As she neared the house it was almost as if the light that shone out of it also emitted a sort of warmth.

Well, it was either that or it was just her imagination.

Once she reached her porch, she quickly ran up its stairs, releasing her hold on the cloak. With her now free hand, she reached into her bag and retrieved a large set of keys. As fast as she could she thrusts one of its keys into the lock and swung the door open.

Finally, she felt the actual warmth of her small home. As she stepped inside, she immediately closed the door and leaned against it. For a second she closed her eyes relishing in the dryness and warmth of her house.

It was then that she felt something soft and furry brush against her legs. Smiling she opened her eyes and leaned down to pet her cat.

"I hope your day was better than mine." She softly said.

The cat purred in response, pressing its head against her hand. Sapphira chuckled at the gesture, the interaction with her cat almost making her forget how absolutely soaking wet she was from the rain.

Slowly she stood up again, taking off her cloak and hanging it on the doorknob to dry. She walked over to the mirror that hung in her hallway and took a look at her hair. Though she had desperately tried to keep it dry with the hood of her cloak, parts were still wet.

From the pocket that hung on her waist, she grabbed her wand, pointing it at her hair.

A soft baby blue light emitted from it for a split second as it dried before her eyes. Satisfied she put the wand back in its old place and ran a hand through the now dry hair. "Perfect." She said turning back to her cat. "What do you think?" 

The Percival (the cat) looked at her unimpressed as he started washing himself. 

"Oh, what do you know." She said sticking out her tongue at him before turning to the front door again. 

Next to the front door was her mailbox, located in such a way that her mail would fall on a floated plate that floated next to it. Currently, several letters neatly lay on top of it, waiting for her to open them. 

Grabbing her wand once more she flicked it in the general direction of the letters, causing all three of them to float up in the air and towards her. They stopped when they were at eye height and she inspected all of them. One was simply a bill, the other one was simply an ad, but the last letter, however, that one stood out to her...

Her brows furrowed together as she saw her name and address written on it in neatly cursive letters. Tentatively she reached into the air grabbing it as the other two letters fell to the ground. Flipping the letter over in her hands she saw that the return address was not too far from her house. Confused she gently opened the letter and took out what appeared to be an invitation. 

The paper was thick and slightly coarse as she gently slid out the invitation. On it was written in the same cursive lettering the following:

Dear Sapphira Bernthal, 

You are hereby invited to the 27th birthday of Alpha Luke Edgeworth, of the Edgeworth pack. 

Date: 28th of may

Time: 19:00

Dress code: Black Tie

Kind Regards,

Mason Foley (Beta)

Turning the card around once more there was another question, Will you attend? Please let us know.