Let's Witch It Out: The Alpha's Feisty Hybrid

Prologue - Eight years ago ...

“You are not worthy of being called a witch! From now on, you will wander the Earth defenceless!” The strident voice of the chief of the council rang out in the entire room, generating whispers to emanate from the people present as they observed the witch kneeling on the ground.

“No!”

A scream wrenched from the throat of the young witch kneeling on the ground as they shredded the powers her mother gave her off her soul.

A woman, confined to an X-cross, yelled out the more the kneeling young girl howled. The mother peered down at her daughter, who looked to be in so much agony that it made her regret ever performing the spell years ago.

“Please stop!” She whimpered, tugging hard on the chains they secured her up with. Blood dribbled down her wound to the ground as she continued to sob.

“Mom!” Evania yelled out. It seemed like different insects were crawling along her torso. The pain started from her midsection and dispersed to all parts of her body, exacerbating the louder the mantras from the aged witch became.

“No! Leave my daughter!” Her mom cried out as tears continued to stream down.

To shut her up, the witch next to her kicked her in the stomach. A swift kick, but sufficient to render her innate.

“My daughter….” she mumbled before she lost consciousness.

Evania, who was battling her pains, continued to sob, screaming out to her mother for aid. Yet, no help came.

The feeling of creeping insects dissipated until she assumed it was over. But that was just the tranquillity before the storm.

The oldest witch started an extra round of incantation. This time, it wasn't the feeling of many insects slithering on her body. It was fire.

Her tears turned to blood the louder her cries became. But none of the witches present paid heed to the girl.

As each of them was formerly teased by Evania when she was reveling in the gained powers, the witches were hell-bent on wringing everything from her, not minding if she perished.

This way, they won't have to give a lengthy report to the Alpha, who would love to know what happened to the witch he previously deemed an excellent fit for his son.

“Stop…” Evania choked out, struggling desperately to stop the excessive feeling of pain. She could practically see the end of her life. Almost shake hands with the grim reaper. The feeling was intense. The pain was more than she had ever felt all her life.

As the pain started once more, seeming like it wanted to take the breath out of her, Evania swore vengeance.

She will find a means to revive her latent powers and show the world she will always be the finest witch. Always have more badass powers than any of them can boast of.

But that's if she happens to survive the extraction of powers. There was no telling what the elderly witches had designed for her.

However, she's resolved to make it out alive. Not entirely for her sake but for her dreams.

It's time to witch it out… Time to endure the discomforts. For her future…

***

Present Day.

“I loathe you, mother!” Evania shrieked at the top of her lungs. “You don’t deserve to be called my mother!”

A young lady of Eighteen, dressed to the nine in a black frock, with a red ribbon keeping them together, stood in the wood, alone, except for the intermittent noises from birds.

On her head was a conical hat with a broad brim. It was as black as her dress and had her name written, in bold letters, on it.

Beside her was a satchel as wide as her hat, which accommodated a few of her clothes and a notebook.

Her long flowing black hair tried to get in her eyes, but she kept on preventing it from entering her eyes by tucking the loose strands behind her ears.

“I suppose it’s me against the world, now,” she exhaled.

Evania lifted the satchel from the ground she dropped it on and started down the shadowy trail that led to the school.

On her left hand is a map guiding her to the school.

“If only things progressed smoothly, I would have been among the council of witches!” She mumbled to herself, working to keep her mind from traveling down the gloomy lane it repeatedly takes whenever she starts thinking of her mother.

Evania muttered under her breath all through her trip.

The gloomy wood didn’t spook her.

She was used to things like this, and good witches aren’t scared of the dark.

It’s not that she wasn’t, she was just pretending she wasn’t frightened of the dark, so she could be called a good witch.

It took her a short while to get to the looming gates of the school.

Three days ago, a black letter found its way to her poor run-down shack of a house, revealing her acceptance into the School of Spells, Cauldrons, and Supernatural.

“School of Spells, Cauldrons, and Supernatural?” Evania derided when she noticed the words printed in red, presumably trying to make people assume it was written in blood.

“Well, I presume this school is better than staying in that godforsaken town,” she shrugged, trying to act like she had an alternative — not that she did.

She tapped on the gate and stood back.

At her knock, the gates gradually opened on their own.

“Not overly bad,” she beamed at the gates, “you don’t look bad, although you look awful.” She lifted her satchel and sauntered towards the opened gates.

Swiftly, the gates closed, smacking her on the nose.

“Shit!”

Evania cradled her throbbing nose. “What did you do that for!” she yelled at the top of her lungs.

Scowling at the gates, she bristled. It was bad enough that she has had an unpleasant time these past years, but for a gate to be against her?

“You are a nincompoop, you know?” She pointed at the gate. “Something as horrid as you—”

Evania didn’t get to finish her words before a plant slithered out from under the gate, and tangled around her legs.

A yelp escaped from her mouth when the plant tightened its hold, prompting her to fall on her face.

She flung her hands to hinder the fall, but it didn’t work. Evania still found herself on the ground.

“I will kill—”

Her satchel dropped on her rear, inducing more pain than she got from the fall.

“My hat! What’s all this?” Evania grumbled.

She lazily pushed up from the floor and picked up her fallen hat from the floor.

Evania placed it back on and turned to the gate. She drew a deep, calm breath to steady her heart before she forced a smile on her face.

“Oh, high and magnificent gate. You are the best among the rest. I’ve never seen the likes of you, oh gates! I marvel at your beauty. Staring at you makes my eyes blind because of how radiant you are! Thou art the best among the rest! No other gate is magnificent than you, oh gates!” She lifted her palms, “you are the best!”

Immediately, the gates opened on their accord. The way it opened was unlike the first. It was as if it were relishing in the frivolous praises showered on it by Evania.

Evania grinned at the gates.

She was pleased that it was so simple to delude it.

If the gates were to be a human, it wouldn’t be easily hoodwinked by her praises.

With the gate open, Evania carried her luggage from the ground she abandoned it and headed inside without speaking a word.

“Dumb ugly gate!” She mumbled under her breath, frightened the gate might hear should she yell.

Evania sighed the moment she was inside the compound. She dropped her luggage beside her and scanned around.

“Oh, my God!” Her eyes enlarged as she took in the buildings.

There was only one building facing the gates, while the others faced the one facing the gates, forming a sort of semicircle around it.

The buildings were painted the same grey color and bore gargoyles on their roofs.

Once again, on the last floor of the house facing the gate was the name of the school painted in dark colors.

“Now, this is what I call a school,” Evania uttered as she picked up her satchel from the ground. “It’s time to see what this school is made of!”

There was no one around when she showed up. Aside from the houses and the endless fields, there was nobody else in sight.

“This works well for me,” she righted the hat on her head and started for the door of the building with the gargoyles.

“Get out of the way!”

Halfway to the house, she heard a scream from behind her. However, she wasn’t quick to turn or duck. And that was how she wound up getting hit for the second time that day.

She fell to the floor, and the witch who slammed into her fell on her.

“My hat!” Evania groaned.

This was gradually turning into the norm since she stood in front of the gates.

“I’m sorry! I was still grasping how to work a spell—”

“Save it!” Evania snapped.

She slowly rose from the floor and dusted her dress before she glanced at the person who was responsible for her fall.

An embarrassed lady who was securely carrying a broomstick squinted at the odd witch.

The girl’s red hair was messed up from the fall, and her purple eyes seemed to be a bit overcast.

“You—”

“Watch out!” A shriek cut Evania’s remarks short.

“Oh, not aga— Ouch!”

Evania landed on the floor, and the girl who bumped into her not too long ago dropped on her once more, with the new one falling on top of them.

“What a bad day!” Evania screamed at the top of her lungs.

This was the type of situation where she always wished she had her powers.

Flipping them off would have merely been child's play.

“I'm sorry!” The wizard who dropped on them was the first to rise to his feet. He righted the crooked staff in his hand and forced a smile.

Half of his face was covered with a cloud of strange green dust that hid his profile.

“What are you? Blind?” Evania snapped at him, while the other girl blushed like a maiden.

The way her eyes shone made it clear that she admired the whiz.

“I'm sorry, I—”

“Stop!”

The three students turned at the sound of the voice.

A wizard, well advanced in age, stealthily matched towards them with a frown on his face.

His black robe trailed after him as he hurried towards them.

Yet, he wasn't bothered.

His white hair was covered with a hat that looked almost identical to the one on Evania's hair, except for the curved tip.

Unlike Evania's, his were crooked.

On his neck was a necklace that looked so big, it seemed to weigh down on him.

Evania had to bite her bottom lip to prevent a smile from escaping.

The wizard's long nose was twisted, giving him a fungus look. And it didn't help the matter that he was dressed almost identically to the one her mother always conjured for fun.

“I'm sorry, sir. I was just practicing—”

“What were you practicing in the witches' potion room?” The wizard came up to where they were.

His red eyes were trained on the wizard, who collided with Evania and the other witch.

“It was just a dare, Mr Crow. I don't presume you will be troubled,” the boy smiled, hoping to appease the old wizard, who looked stern.

“No, I wasn't bothered. But Mrs Hairpin surely doesn't think that way.”

“Who blew up my potion lab?!”

A thunderous voice echoed through the school, sending shivers not only to the students but also to the wizard.

“Shit! I'm in trouble,” The young wizard sighed, not looking as guilty as his words sounded.

He looked like he was having too much fun with what was happening.

“That you are in, young wizard. Let's—” The wizard blinked.

It was only then that he noticed Evania and the other female next to her.

His attention was on Stap when he came upon them to pay attention to the females.

“And who might we have here?” He pursed his lips, peering down at them like a short-sighted person.

“Grace,” the female next to Evania curtsied.

“Oh, Grace! You were the one who destroyed the top tower on your first night, weren't you?” The wizard exclaimed.

“Unfortunately, I am,” Grace smiled. She looked a bit embarrassed when she felt the gaze of the male young wizard on her.

Grace tucked her hair behind her ears and shyly smiled.

“And who might you be?” He turned to face Evania. “Don't tell me you are also one of the delinquents we have in this school?” The wizard laughed, obviously trying to make a joke.

“I'm Evania. Evania Storm,” Evania said without missing a bit.

At that moment, you can feel a pin drop.

Both the teacher and the students, next to him, stared at her as if she were an entirely new creature.

“What's wrong?” Evania righted her hat and picked up her fallen case.

“Nothing. I presume you are the new student the school is expecting, aren't you?”

“That might be me,” Evania frowned. “I—”

“Then I will be on my way!” The wizard snapped his fingers and disappeared, taking the young wizard student with him.

“I also have a class to catch up with. I will—”

“How can I get to the mistress's office? Is there—?"

Just like the wizard and his student, the female witch disappeared.

However, unlike them, she didn't flick her fingers. She took her broom from the floor and ran back the way she came from, which didn't make any sense to Evania.

“Hey!”

She called out to the running female, but she didn't turn.

“Guess this is my lousy luck,” Evania sighed.

She thought the day would go smoothly, but hell was she wrong.

Not only were things going against her, but fate was.

“Are you Evania Storm?”

A voice behind her startled her.

Yelping a bit, Evania turned.

Behind her stood a male werewolf.

Unlike the two men whom Evania saw, this man was putting on a red garment.

His blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail, making his surprisingly blue eyes brighter.

On his hair is a hat without the cone-like tip.

It only had a cylindrical shape and had gems adorned on it.

“Great!” Evania pursed her lips. “Are you also going to run away when I try to ask questions?”

The werewolf furrowed his brows at her.

“Go on, flick your fingers and disappear. No, you can take your broom and run as the female witch did.

Oh, it's true!

You don't have a broom. I've forgotten.”

“Follow me.”

The werewolf said in a booming voice, startling Evania.

She tightened her hold on the suitcase she brought with her and fully turned to face him. “At last, someone who's willing to show me the way,” She mocked while keeping a straight expression.

The werewolf scoffed but said no words as he started walking back the same way he came, with Evania trying to keep up with him.

“What an odd student,” she murmured, making sure it wasn't loud enough for him to catch.

The werewolf didn't react to her words, though he heard them.

He walked up the stairs of the middle building and entered.

The door closed the same way it opened, leaving Evania outside.