The Alpha's Lost Witch
or
a common misconception. Sure, if you're on the lookout for common herbs like sage or basil, morning would be fine.
its mom. The animals in the woods are one of the reasons it's my favorite place to spend my time. I've seen all different kinds of birds, deer, squirrels, owls, and sly foxes. Some of my
teach me the names and uses of everything and anything we could find in the woods. She would have nursery rhymes we would say together. I would pay close attention if she said anything was poisonous or deadly. She ta
ews. This book has been passed down for many generations, and my mother gave it to me
way I am living my life, I can't imagine one day having a daughter I can pass this book down
collect my ingredients, on the soft earth. I confirm the color. It's yellow and pink, and I get lost in looking for a potion to cure back pain. This potion is for me
le in greeting. James is a mere fourteen, but his muscles are significantly developed for a boy. He helps his father hunt and skin all the animals in our forest. Currently, he has three r
y to him and stand up, brus
ing sun, his blue eyes squinting. "Allow me to escort you back to the village sinc
alf an hour of light left from the sun. Also, I still have some ingredients to
y kind of y
r village. We are silent for a while and listen to the
ather always says. These woods are filled with monsters. Heaven forbid you run into a v
aying something I regret. I simply nod. We make it into
into the market before they close, though," I say
the shop. I purchase a pitcher of milk
lovely woman who is one of my best customers. I earn my keep by being my village's herbalist and crafting potio
Ms. Cynthia. Would you li
trade gold coins
you know the village appreciates all
lk stop me and either express their gratitude for a healing mixture they've purchased
a glass of milk and dine by my fire to keep warm. When I'm finished, I take
. As was my mother and the many generations that came before me. I have to be very careful to keep th
instructions on how to make charms and talismans. But my specialty is healing potions, salves, and o
,
ything that could mark
call in the calmest
our village's hunter, is standing in front of me. He's
rn you. Today, my men and I found wolf prints in the forest. We're going around and telling everyon
d then continues on with his dut
eone will come and find my witchcraft supplies. I finish my work and get ready f
e living. I keep to myself and live a mostly peaceful life. Yet, I'm in constant fear of being found
exhausted yet satisfi
for healing salves. Thankfully, no one has been bitten yet, but the paranoia has spread, and no sickness is more contagious than hys
yself as I collect my items. The afternoon sun beats down on me, and soon I'll need a nice cold glass of water. I daydream about wading in
of enormous yello
y mother taught me, I take my wooden basket and sprint toward the village. I don't even turn around to see if
and catch my breath. Before I start my healing potions, I consider what I just saw. Was that a mere fore
n by taking flight rather than fighting. I spend the rest of the day crafting potions in my cauldron. I only leave to bring a
again and dream about
I hear a rustling in my sitting room. With my heart pounding, I make a decision to fight. That afternoon I
east. There is only room for one supernatural creature in this
into my cottage, but a man did. I