Chapter 275

275-The Beginning of The End Author’s POV:

Years Ago:

“What do you want to do today?” Emelia, a young teen, asked her best friend for the second time.

“I want to go explore the other side of the world.” Hazel excitedly turned to Emelia. The two were inseparable ever since they met at the age of six.

“You mean the werewolf packs?” Emelia‘s eyes grew double the size when hearing her friend‘s desire to see the werewolves.

“Yes, isn‘t it intriguing to you that they can turn into an animal?” Hazel was always interested in learning new things and about new creatures. Emelia, however, loved playing it safe.

“I don‘t think the coven would very much like this. We shouldn‘t get ourselves into a mess,” Emelia suggested. The two had been preparing for years for this day. Soon they would turn 16 and then they will be granted a special power that they would share. They will also be allowed to use magic for the benefit of others.

“Don‘t be a buzzkill. It will be fine. Nobody would notice. Besides, I stole something the other day from the mother witch.”

Hazel pulled out a little bottle of blue liquid that could forge a scent and mislead others.

“Ah! This is a scentmill. You shouldn’t have stolen it. “Mother Witch would find out and get angry at us.”

Emelia shook her head as she sat and watched Hazel smile and spread her arms on the grass.

“She would not. There was so much stuff in that closet, she probably doesn‘t even remember how many scentmills she has.” Hazel shrugged her shoulders, caring less.

“Hazel! We will get in trouble. We are not supposed to use magic until we turn 16.” Hazel was always a carefree girl, and Emelia was always by the rules.

“Ugh! Try to have some fun, Emelia. There is always something intriguing about doing forbidden things.” Hazel got up and sat face–to–face with Emelia, who didn‘t look too sure.

“We will drink some of this and then enter the werewolf land. The packs!” She corrected herself and rolled her eyes.

“You know they forbid magic, right? If we enter their territory and get caught, they will kill us.” Emelia was shaking just at the thought of getting caught by those merciless creatures.

“Ugh! That‘s why we will use this scentmill. It will make us smell like a werewolf.” She smiled. “Nobody would ever know we are witches. Not even for a lifetime. You see, this scentmill is a powerful serum. It can do wonders if you are creative with it.” Hazel was pretty persuasive when she needed something.

“You won‘t let me go alone, would you?” Using her charms and her sad voice, Hazel knew how to make Emelia accept her offer.

“Good.” Hazel smiled when Emelia agreed with her. “Now.” Hazel opened the bottle and drank a little of the blue liquid.

“Your turn.” She then handed it over to Emelia, who reluctantly took a sip from it.

“What is going on here?” At the moment Emelia was going to return the bottle to Hazel, an elderly witch spotted them in the garden.

Emelia instantly hit the bottle and presented herself with obedience.

“Go back inside and work,” the witch ordered, and the two young girls ran inside.

Emelia forgot about Hazel‘s plan. She thought Hazel was joking and was probably not realizing how risky it was for them to enter the area of the werewolves. However, Hazel didn‘t think the same. She was still adamant about sneaking out and exploring the werewolf life.

“Are you coming or not?” Hazel whispered to Emelia, who was getting ready to head out of the kitchen and go home.

“What? I thought you would be over the idea by now.” Emelia frowned.

“No! Let‘s go,” Hazel grabbed her hand and dragged her along. Just when everybody had fallen asleep, Hazel and Emelia sneaked out.

The two aimlessly strolled down an empty road. Emelia knew it was a risky plan, but she just wanted to accompany Hazel and make sure she didn‘t get into any trouble.

“Look! Over there!” Hazel pointed at the bar. The two girls stood afar, watching young girls dressed up in exposed clothes and making out with boys.

“This looks intriguing.” Hazel lowered her face and grimaced at the white dress she had been wearing ever since she was born.

“I think we should go home. This place looks devilish to me.” Emelia felt it right in her heart that something was wrong.

“Oh, come on! We have come this far. Let‘s enjoy it a bit,” Hazel pressured Emelia. Since they weren‘t allowed to use any electronic devices or the internet, this life was an entirely new world to them.

Hazel grabbed Emelia‘s hand and made her walk over to the club. The two were interrupted on their way inside by a guard, who didn‘t look very friendly.

“Your ID?” the big guy, wearing all black, asked.

“We left it at home,” the girls answered, and the guard shook his head at them.

“Then you are not allowed,” he said, not even giving them another look and focusing on the others in the line.

“This is a sign. Let‘s go back,” Emelia whispered in her ear, shaking due to the crowd‘s being so loud.

“No, let me think of something.” Hazel knew they were underage, but she hadn‘t come all the way here to back away.

“Look! That boy over there,” Hazel pointed at the boy across the street, selling movie tickets.

“What are you pointing at him for now?” Emelia questioned, her heart pounding in her head.

“Just follow me, okay?” Hazel said, holding Emelia‘s hand and dragging her to the end of the street.

“Hey there,” Hazel greeted the guy, passing him a sexy smile. The boy was just their age and not very intrigued by meeting them.

“Do you want a ticket?” he asked instead of starting a conversation.

“We were thinking, how about you lend us your ID?” Hazel ran her fingers over the ticket he was holding and expected help from the boy.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” the boy pulled away from them, giving them a quizzical stare.

Hazel was shocked. They didn‘t need an ID back in the coven.

They were living in the deep forest where no werewolf or other creatures could come across their territory due to the protection spell.

“I can help you girls.” The girls then heard someone from behind them. The young boy was just their age, but he was surrounded by guards and cars.

“That is a rich one,” Hazel whispered, her eyes shining at the sight of the young man.

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