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Melissa would find herself making the potion without even realizing it. Her powers would be out of control until it was done. As a result, she was constantly drinking or smoking to get rid of the terrible feeling.
Juniper had never seen Melissa sober throughout the time she knew her. She didn’t know if her personality would be different when she was not drinking. Luckily enough, in her drunken state, she had seen it fit to help out a younger witch.
Melissa had not helped Juniper in a particular way. She couldn’t, since they had different powers.
Instead, she had given Juniper tips on what to do. She’d been the one to tell Juniper that if you didn’t do what your power wanted you to do, or only did it halfway, your power would work against you until you did.
She had taught Juniper that the only way to get rid of it was to be out of it, either through alcohol or drugs. When she was in that state, it diminished her power. That was Melissa’s life—constantly drunk or high.
She had also taught Juniper a few fun spells for her protection, but after that Melissa had vanished. Juniper had tried to look for her as she began to fix her life, but the witch had disappeared. Juniper knew that she would never find her so she had given up.
Soon the waitress returned to the booth and this time she had brought a jug filled nearly to the brim with beer. She filled their pitchers and left the jug in the middle of the table while they continued to drink.
“Well, you will be surprised to hear that I can use my powers now, and very well at that,” Juniper replied. She lifted her hand and created fire in her palm.
“Oooh!” Rowan exclaimed as he continued to stare at her palm.
Juniper frowned. His tone sounded patronizing. He was once again mocking her.
Juniper glared at him angrily and closed her palm, allowing the fire to fizzle out. She would show him that she was more than a few party tricks, and she would get rid of that mocking tone he used to address her once and for all.
“I can do much more impressive things,” she said through gritted teeth as she watched his face for his reaction.
Rowan looked away from her hand and back at her face. His lips deepened further into a frown.
“You know I’m not doubting you,” he said as his face took on a meek look, but that only pissed Juniper off more.
“Why are you being so difficult?” he asked her.
“Maybe I don’t like being back in this place where nothing good ever happened to me,” she said angrily.
“If you hate it so much then why did you come back?” he asked her as his face and tone matched hers in anger.
Juniper laughed, a sound filled with scorn, as she looked around the bar. She poured the last of the contents of the jug into her pitcher and lifted it to her lips, groaning as the beer slid down her throat. She was beginning to feel woozy but she didn’t think she had gotten to the point yet where her powers would no longer affect her so much.
“I literally would not have come back if I had any choice at all.” She folded her arms and pressed her back to the back of the chair. “If not for the fact that my visions are trying to kill me to make sure that I come here to help them.”
Rowan held his head, massaging his forehead with the tips of his fingers as he winced and groaned. He glared at her as though she was the cause of whatever was going on with him, but she simply blinked.
“Stop yelling. I’m already tired. I have my hands full with the attacks in the forest,” he said slowly, clearly affected by the alcohol he had been drinking so liberally.
Juniper looked at him, her head spinning from how fast it had snapped up.
“What attacks?” she asked as she ignored the spinning in her head and focused on his words.
“What? Why do you care?” he asked as he raised his eyes to look at her.
“Now is not the time to be smart with me. What attacks are you talking about?” she asked him again, her gaze showing how serious she was.
Rowan sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know, but lately there have been some attacks in the forest on animals, and I’ve gotten a report from some of the hunters. It’s making me worry because I’ve gone to check it out myself but whatever is killing them is not even eating them at all.
“All it does is kill them and then leave them on the forest floor. The forest is very important to the pack so I have to find whatever it is and get rid of it to protect them.
“Why do you look so bothered?” he asked after he saw the look on her face.
“The visions I’ve been talking about, that have been bugging me and forced me to come back, have been about something happening to the pack. In my vision, there’s an attack on the pack and an explosion that affects many.
“Everyone keeps running and trying to escape the attack but they all end up dead and soon the town is wiped out with no survivors left.”
