{"id":1677,"date":"2019-05-24T01:51:52","date_gmt":"2019-05-24T01:51:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.juicysecrets.club\/ebo\/?page_id=1677"},"modified":"2019-05-24T02:11:55","modified_gmt":"2019-05-24T02:11:55","slug":"the-wolf-part-two","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.juicysecrets.club\/ebo\/something-different\/the-wolf-part-two\/","title":{"rendered":"The Wolf, Part Two"},"content":{"rendered":"

As you probably guessed, this isn’t going to be an erotic story.<\/span><\/p>\n

Finley felt naked. She wasn\u2019t, of course- she had on her usual school uniform- but she couldn\u2019t shake the feeling of being exposed as she walked into school the day after receiving the magical mirror in the mail.<\/p>\n

Ever since the fire, she has worn her hair across the burned left side of her face, hiding the worst of the scarring. It had been a mask, of sorts. Her hairstyle offered protection from the looks she got because of the mark the fire had left on her.<\/p>\n

Not today, though. The mask was off. Her mother had helped her pull her hair back into a ponytail, securing it with the blue scrunchy. Both sides of her face were on display.<\/p>\n

It has been a long time since she was out in public without her mask, and it was a little scary. Because of her disfigurement, she tried to blend into the background as much as possible. She was perfectly okay with being invisible, overlooked, and quickly forgotten. It made life easier.<\/p>\n

She wasn\u2019t blending in now, though. She might as well be under a spotlight with a flashing neon sign pointing at her and a marching band playing behind her as she walked down the hallway. Finley was a little embarrassed by all the attention she was suddenly receiving, but she couldn\u2019t stop smiling at the shocked expressions on her fellow students\u2019 faces.<\/p>\n

She had to hold in a nervous, excited laugh that kept wanting to bubble up. She felt like she had to pee even though she had gone before leaving the house.<\/p>\n

Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Finley made her way through the crowded hallways to her friend Alison\u2019s locker. The girl was busy loading up her arm with the first couple of classes worth of books. Tapping Alison on the shoulder, Finley held her breath for the girl\u2019s reaction.<\/p>\n

Alison said, without looking away from her locker, \u201cHey, Fin.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAllie,\u201d Finley said, her voice a little shaky with excitement.<\/p>\n

Catching the tone in Finley\u2019s voice, Alison looked away from her locker. It took her a second to notice Finley\u2019s face, but when she did, she gasped and dropped her books. Her eyes wide, she said, \u201cYour face!\u201d<\/p>\n

Laughing, Finley asked, \u201cIs it so horrible, then?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Alison said, suddenly hugging Finley, \u201cit\u2019s just\u2026 I\u2019m not used to seeing so much of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are going to crack my ribs,\u201d Finley wheezed.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry,\u201d Alison said, letting go of her. Looking at Finley\u2019s mended face, she asked, \u201cHow? I thought you said the plastic surgeons couldn\u2019t do anything?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUm, they couldn\u2019t,\u201d Finley said, rubbing the back of her neck nervously.<\/p>\n

She had sat in her bedroom last night, wondering what she was going to tell her friend when she asked how this had happened. She still didn\u2019t have a good story ready, and the truth was just crazy. She hadn\u2019t even told Alison about the wolf and Alison was her best friend. In anyone would have believed her story, it was Alison. Still, she hadn\u2019t brought up because the super smart wolf seemed like something out of a fairy tale. Add to that the magical mirror that had done what the doctors had assured her couldn\u2019t be done and it might as well be the script of a Disney movie.<\/p>\n

Then again, her unmarked face would give her tale credence. Something miraculous had to have happened.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen, how?\u201d Alison said, meeting Finley\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n

Laughing, Finley said, \u201cYou wouldn\u2019t believe me, if I told you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy wouldn\u2019t I believe you?\u201d Alison asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I was there and I still don\u2019t believe it,\u201d Finley said.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d Alison said, frowning.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomething happened in the woods behind my house,\u201d Finley said, then a little embarrassed, \u201csomething magical.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMagical?\u201d Alison repeated, raising her eyebrows.<\/p>\n

\u201cUm,\u201d Finley said, her face hot, \u201cit\u2019s kind of a crazy story.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alison just looked at her a long moment, then started putting her books back in her locker.<\/p>\n

Frowning, Finley said, \u201cYou need those for math class.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe are skipping first period,\u201d Alison said, closing the door to her locker, \u201cI need to hear this crazy story of yours.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d Finley said, laughing.<\/p>\n

——————————————–<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s just up the street.\u201d<\/p>\n

Finley glanced over her shoulder as the bus pulled away from the curb, then back at her friend. Again, she wondered what they were doing in the city. When she had asked Alison, the girl had simply said, \u201cThere is someone you should meet.\u201d<\/p>\n

As they started walking, Finley thought back to hiding behind the bleachers and telling Alison about helping the wolf in the forest behind her house, then receiving the magical mirror in the mail. Even now, she couldn\u2019t believe how easily Alison had accepted her story. She had expected to see surprise and probably disbelief on Alison\u2019s face as she recounted the events leading up to her scar-free face, but all she had seen was recognition.<\/p>\n

She knows something<\/em>, Finley thought and not for the first time since Alison decided skipping first period wasn\u2019t enough and that they were skipping school altogether. Not against the idea but curious why, Finley had inquired about Alison\u2019s reasons. That was when her friend informed her there was someone she should meet.<\/p>\n

Shortly after that, they were on a series of buses that took them into the heart of the city. The last one had dropped them on a street lined with small businesses selling everything from books to cappuccino. Their destination was tucked between a doughnut shop and a beauty salon, the smell of delicious pastries clashing with the scent of styling chemicals.<\/p>\n

Finley frowned when she didn\u2019t see a sign on the door or either of the display windows. What kind of business didn\u2019t display their name for the passing customers? More than that, she couldn\u2019t even guess what sort of business the store did by looking at the unassuming brick building.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is this place?\u201d Finley asked, glancing at Alison.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy aunt\u2019s shop,\u201d Alison said, smiling as she opened the door. She held it for Finley.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat does your aunt sell?\u201d She asked, hesitant.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll let her tell you,\u201d Alison said, her smile becoming mischievous, \u201cwouldn\u2019t want to ruin the surprise.\u201d<\/p>\n

Finley looked at her for a long minute, then stepped inside. The smell of incense welcomed her, and she looked around at the wares on the shelves. One corner of the shop seemed dedicated to books, three bookcases crammed full of them. Another corner had tables of bagged powdered herbs and curious looking jars full of liquids Finley couldn\u2019t identify. A third corner had display cases full of what appeared to be antiques and nicknacks. The remaining corner was curtained off from the rest of the store.<\/p>\n

Looking at the things Alison\u2019s aunt had in stock, she had no more idea what this place was than she had when she was standing outside, looking at the lack of storefront advertising. It appeared to be part book store, part thrift shop or antique store, and part farmer\u2019s market.<\/p>\n

\u201cWelcome to Frida\u2019s Magical Curios. What can I-\u201d a woman- presumably Alison\u2019s aunt- said, stepping through the curtains. She came to a halt as she saw Finley standing in her shop, a look of recognition passing over her face. With a curious smile, she limped over and offered her hand to Finley, said, \u201cMy Hero. What are you doing in my shop?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour Hero?\u201d Finley asked, then noticed the woman\u2019s startling blue eyes. Gasping, she said, \u201cIt\u2019s you!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPossibly,\u201d Frida said, with a hint of mischief in her voice, \u201cthat depends on who you think I am.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe wolf,\u201d Finley said, then felt foolish for saying it out loud. Still, the woman\u2019s eyes were the same shade of blue as the wolf\u2019s had been. Then there was the way Frida favored her left leg like it bothered her some. Perhaps from the snare?<\/p>\n

\u201cCurious,\u201d Frida said, her smile widening, \u201cnot many people would make that leap.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you, though? A wolf?\u201d Finley asked, waiting to be laughed at.<\/p>\n

\u201cSometimes,\u201d Frida said, winking at Finley, \u201cmost days, I\u2019m just a humble shop owner.\u201d<\/p>\n

Searching the woman\u2019s eyes, Finley couldn\u2019t see a hint of deception in them. Swallowing hard, Finley asked, \u201cAre you a… werewolf?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course not,\u201d Frida said, amusement twinkling in her eyes, \u201cthere are no such things as werewolves… As far as I know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen how are you a wolf sometimes?\u201d Finley asked, feeling foolish.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I chose to be,\u201d Frida said, laughing at the sour look on Finley\u2019s face, \u201cand because I\u2019m a witch. At least, that\u2019s what most people call me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Part of her thought it would have been better if the woman had laughed at her. That would have meant her world wasn\u2019t about to have her world turned upside down.<\/p>\n

\u201cA w-witch?\u201d Finley stammered, her eyes wide.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot the wicked witch of the west sort,\u201d Frida said, with a friendly smile, \u201cmore like Samantha from Bewitched.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s Bewitched?\u201d Finley asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cA television show from the sixties,\u201d Frida said, waving her hand dismissively, \u201cactually, I\u2019m nothing like her. Forget I said that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d Finley said.<\/p>\n

Frida glanced at her niece, asked, \u201cAllie, shouldn\u2019t you be in school?\u201d<\/p>\n

Looking down at her school uniform, Alison said, \u201cI wanted you to meet Finley.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt couldn\u2019t wait until after school?\u201d her aunt admonished.<\/p>\n

\u201cUm\u2026 She told me about the mirror and I\u2026 I guess I got a little excited,\u201d Alison said, sheepishly.<\/p>\n

\u201cUh huh,\u201d Frida said, then smiled at Finley, \u201cwell, Finley, it is nice to meet you\u2026 Again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou, too, Ma\u2019am,\u201d Finley said, wanting to ask her the question burning in her brain.<\/p>\n

Amused, Frida said, \u201cAsk your question?\u201d<\/p>\n

Can she read my mind<\/em>, Finley wondered.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd no, I\u2019m not reading your mind,\u201d Frida said, laughing when Finley gasped, \u201conly your eyes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt really was you in the woods behind my house?\u201d Finley asked, her heart racing.<\/p>\n

\u201cI might still be there if you hadn\u2019t come along,\u201d Frida said, lifting her dress a little to show Finley the bandage on her leg, \u201cthat snare did a number on my ankle.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s so crazy,\u201d Finley said, her sense of wonder piqued, \u201cyou can turn into a wolf! How?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTakes a little practice,\u201d Frida said.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd the mirror? Was that from you?\u201d Finley asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cA token of my appreciation, yes,\u201d Frida said.<\/p>\n

Finley surprised both of them by suddenly hugging the woman. With a sheepish smile, she pulled back and said, \u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s more than okay,\u201d Frida said, smiling warmly at her, \u201cI feel I owed you a hug, as well.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d Finley said, then found herself hugging the woman, again.<\/p>\n

Laughing, Frida hugged her back, said, \u201cWe are even. You helped me, and I helped you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s just\u2026 my face…The mirror\u2026 Is it\u2026 Magical?\u201d Finley asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is a Focus,\u201d Frida said, then glanced at Alison when Finley just blinked at her, \u201cyou didn\u2019t tell her, then?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Alison giggled.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me what?\u201d Finley asked, looking from her friend to her aunt.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe mirror has no magic of its own,\u201d Frida said, meeting Finley\u2019s eyes, \u201cit only focuses the user\u2019s magical abilities.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, you used it to heal me?\u201d Finley asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Frida said, still holding Finley\u2019s eyes, \u201cyou healed yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

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