My palms were clammy as I watched Jensen run about the room. His cabin was especially messy today and from the looks of it, vials and glass bottles of random content were spilled in various places.

It looked like a tornado came through here.

Picking up a broken piece of glass I peered over at the man that rushed about the room. "Is your lab normally this messy or are you having a rough week Mr.Jensen?"

I held the glass in front of my face as I watched a pinkish liquid drop from the jagged edge. My nose crinkled at the scent finding it bitter in nature. Covering my nose I threw it out. Andy did the same finding a few glass shards himself and discarding them in various buckets around the room.

"A rough week?" He huffed glancing over his shoulder before returning to the book shelf he searched through. "If only I could call it that. With all the preparations for winter, I had little time to do much of anything away. Ah, found it."

He pulled a thick book from the shelve. When he opened it up dust flew into the air and he swatted it from his face as he fixed his glasses.

Jensen flipped through the pages as I tried to read the binding of it. The lettering had aged however leaving the wording unreadable.

"Here," He dropped the book on his lab table.

I stretched my neck to see the contents of the page and I couldn't help but crinkly my brows in perplexity. Write in bold print on the top of the page was the world Witchcraft.

"Excuse me Jensen but I don't follow."

"I figured dear. I think this we'll help connect the dots for you." He pulled out the same forms he showed before and put them side by side the book. "Remember how I told you that you have less growth hormone than the normal individual?"

I nodded my head.

"We'll while that can occasionally happen to pups born with half DNA from a human it's never happened to a full wolf born from werewolf parents."

"I know that but why am I an exception?"

He held his finger up to halt my speech flicking through a few pages until he found the one he needed.

"Witches are the only beings capable of manipulating other living things. They can cast spells to heal, rejuvenate, torture, you name it they can most likely do it. They're quiet creatures but they are never to be taken lightly." He warned looking over at me. "They can be evil just as much as they can be good."

"Jensen I'm still lost." I admitted scanning over the pages. Nothing rang a bell as I looked it over.

"Based on your blood work and tests I've done I believe that someone manipulated with your wolf half. They suppressed your intuition to recognize your own wolf."

My eyes drew wide. I had never been told this before and though it's not far fetch it is nearly unbelievable. Why would someone cast a spell on a child? For what?

As far as I knew witched steered clear from supernaturals when a few started to capture them and use them for their own devices. To find a witch was difficult and if you found one they were smart casting spells to help them hide or sneaky away.

Who had the energy to find a witch and then on top of that convince the witch to work for them?

"A-are you sure?"

I had so many more questions now that it was difficult to know which ones were worth asking now. There were too many to chose from to narrow down my list to just a hand full.

"I'm afraid so. I'd like to take another sample if it's possible."

I took a step back recalling what happened last time he "took a sample". My heart pumped with a belligerent pace. I hated the idea of needles, just the thought made my head dizzy. Why hasn't anyone discovered another way of testing blood?

Someone grabbing my hand caught my attention and I train my panicked eyes up at Andy. He offered me a small reassuring smile, sitting down next to me.

"I'm right here."

I bit my lip, burying my head into the soft pad of his shoulder.

"Ready?" I heard Jensen ask.

"Just get it over with."

He did exactly that as the crease of my arm pinched with tension as the needle penetrated my skin. I breathed in harsh and ridged breaths as I clutched the bottom of Andy's shirt. I knew it had only taken a few second to draw the blood that Jensen needed but it felt like hours as my belly coiled up inside.

"All done." He announced.

Lifting up my head I let Andy put on a bandage as I watched Jensen moved clumsily around the lab tables. He placed a few droplets in a petri dish as I rolled down my sleeve.

"What are you hoping to find?" I wondered moving closer to the table.

"I'm checking to see if there are any changes since the first tests. If it's okay with you I wish to make this a routine thing every so often. I'm intrigued by your inability to shift since this is completely unheard of."

I glance between the the petri dish he placed under the microscope and his focused face. It was clear he was determine to figure out why I was different, I just hoped he wouldn't run himself into the dirt trying to figure it out.

"Okay. If it means it'll help you get closer to figuring out what's wrong with me I'm okay with checking in with you."

"Great!" He cheered.

Andy moved closer to the table leaning over to get a closer look at the microscope that Jensen studied through. Cocking his head to the side he glanced between Jensen and I before resting them solely on Jensen.

"If a witch caused a spell to keep Sera from developing a wolf is there a way to reverse it?" He pondered causing Jensen to lift his head up to look at him.

Jensen frowned when he turned toward me. "Yes, in theory."

"That's not a definite yes though, is it?" I picked at the loss threads of my sleeve as I waited for the confirmation. It was stupid of me to think that I'd ever have a chance at fixing myself. I couldn't understand why someone would go to the trouble of tracking down a witch just to make them suppress the wolf of a child.

Though I didn't know when I was cursed I assumed it was when I was little see as I would remember being casted on by a witch if I were older.

"No, it's not a definite yes." He sighed leaning his hands against the table. "Witch are the only beings capable to manipulate other living beings. That being said they are the only things to cast a spell and the only things able to remove a spell. However, witches don't like messing with supernaturals, the fact that one put a spell on you is making me believe that someone bribed a witch in doing so."

"Someone used a witch to do this to me." I murmured.

Jensen nodded while Andy placed his hands on either side of my shoulders. He rubbed comforting circles into my tense muscles.

"So if we don't find the witch I'll never have a wolf?"

"Sort of. Witches don't like working along other supernaturals finding us nuisance so many witches place special conditions in their spells an curses. If we can crack what the condition is you can break the spell on your own."

Hope swelled in my chest. Maybe I wasn't as hopeless as I first thought, but there were so many possibilities that could potentially remove this spell. How was I supposed to narrow down to just one. It could damn well take me a decade to figure it all out.

"How will I know what-"

The door to the cabin swung open disrupting us. I expected it to be just the relentless cold wind that threw the door open but to my surprise it wasn't. Instead all three of us stared dumbfound as Osiris humble waltzed in.

My nose wrinkled as the familiar smell of his cologne hit me. My mouth salivated at the delectable scent.

What the hell was he wearing?

Trying to concentrate and push the smell to the back of my head I struggled as I watched him approach us. Aspen trailed close behind having been sitting outside until we were done.

"Alpha." Jensen greeted with a slight bow of his head.

"Jensen." Osiris replied not once leaving his stare from mine.

It felt as though I were stuck in place a sense of compulsion settling into my limbs. His dark hazel eyes scanned me up and down stopping where Andy's hands still rested on my shoulders. His lips curled up slightly as he narrowed his eyes.

From the looks of it he didn't trust Andy very much. I blamed it on the fact that he didn't know him and that Osiris was indeed an alpha. He, more than anyone, would be suspicious of a new comer.

"Seraphina, may I speak with you." He strained eyeing Andy's hands as his finger flexed against my shoulders. Watching how bothered Osiris was at the small action made me shrug my friends hands off me. I even took a step away from him just to add some much needed space.

I had enough turmoil the last couple hours, I didn't need Osiris catching another fit.

"Alone." He pressed when I didn't reply.

Unable to find my voice I could only nod. He turned on his heels hastily heading toward the door.

"Aspen take the boy back to the cabin." He muttered passing her. Aspen gave a "yes alpha" filing into the cabin to get Andy.

Following close behind Osiris I tried to focus my thoughts behind the reason he abruptly needed to talk to me but all that I could focus on were the endless winedy trails of his veins. They were beautifully laid out against the tan skin of his forearm and they discreetly hid beneath the fold of his long sleeve shirt.

I'm not sure what had gotten into me but as we continued walking through the little village my mind just couldn't stop thinking about what it'd be like to trail my fingertips along those very same vein.