Not long ago did the mistress leave her sister to fend for her own. It may have been cruel but that was just her. The maiden only ever criticized her actions, mainly about her little adiction. . . None the less, Hocus had put that behind her when she left her. She needed to feed the addiction inside her. She drove for it.

The white enchantress made her way down the river she found herself at and stopped at the peaceful falls. She sat down on the soft banks and closed her dark brown pools. Her heart was cold as ice and nothing could melt it. Nothing could ever fix her. No one ever knew why she was like this but her. Her mother died for her and her sister. Because she felt the urge to breed outside of the packs colors.

There pack was only to consist of the shadowy black color, but her mother had broken the rule. Blackmoon was blemished with the white spot over her eye, where as Hocus was cursed. She was fully white like her father. Segregation was a horrid thing. That night they were born and sought out, their mother was lost to the ravenous pack. Her death wasn't honorable. She was made out to be the pack whore and the two sisters were banished.

Her tail waved behind her, she was a proud new member of Malignant Felicity. Apparently she had the proved she was mad enough to be one of them. And mad indeed she was. She reopened her eyes once more as air suddenly filled her lungs. Had she forgotten how to breathe?


”Tell me how you're gonna go, how you're gonna go on and make him fall in love with you.”

☾ Hocus Pocus ★ Adult ☾ Enchantress ★ Mate ☾ Heirl ★ Malignant Felicity ☾