Chaper VII

"Fairy tales are real, at least the ones with werewolves, witches and the bloody vampires. We have existed since before Christ, the world has always been full of magical creatures."

"Where did you get these things from?" I asked staring at Alice as if she were an alien, or had gone crazy at once.

"You want to know the truth, don’t you? So listen to the end without interruption."

I just nodded in agreement, if she wanted silence to make up some fantasy story, I’d give it to her.

"You descend from a line of powerful witches, just as I come from a long line of werewolves." Flora entered the conversation, leaving me even more shocked. How far would they take the fantasy story?

"Your name is Bridget Bishop in honor of your great-great-grandmother, the first witch to be tried and convicted in the attack on the witches of Salem." Agnes took the lead, filling her chest and speaking with pride. "She became famous and with her leftover ashes, we were able to channel even more power into our cla