ear.
"Why is she looking for Chuck?" I whispered back.
"Because she loves him."
"Hildy and Chuck?" I asked.
"Sitting in a tree. K I S S I N G," Simon said. "He was distraught for weeks after she died."
"He's still distraught," I told him. "He tried to hang himself in my tree."
"Oh dear, that won't work out like he thinks it will," Wanda said as she shook her head sadly.
"You can't be sure about that," Simon countered.
"Confused here," I muttered.
"He wants to be with Hildy," Wanda explained.
"She's dead," I stated the obvious.
"Exactly," Simon said.
"Oh my Goddess," I gasped out. "He's trying to kill himself to be with her?"
The Shifters went silent as a huge roar and an enormous black bear burst from the tree line and bound into the middle of the chaos. Hildy flew higher as Chuck, in his bear form, reached for her.
"No," she shouted. "You can't touch me. I'll hurt you."
He jumped and growled, but to no avail. Hildy flew higher.
"No. Chuck, you cannot touch me. I will not allow it," she said in a voice filled with anguish.
Chuck's agonized wail made my heart hurt. Silver tears streamed from my beautiful aunt's eyes. Chuck fell to the ground and beat the dirt. The Shifters backed up respectfully and gave him room. My heartbroken friend clawed at his fur and banged his huge head against the hard ground.
"Chuck stop," Hildy cried. "You'll hurt yourself, my love."
Hildy tried to stop him with magic, but to her shock and dismay her magic didn't work. For a brief moment, I wondered if it was because she was a ghost… then the reality hit. My stomach churned. Her magic didn't work because I had her magic inside me. I'd taken it back from the honey badger who had stolen it from her when he killed her. I was the walking talking magical menace. Not only did I have Hildy's power… I also had my own.
Damndamndamn.
Chuck ignored my Aunt's impassioned plea and the Shifters—being idiot Shifters, joined him. They all fell to the ground and began banging their heads and clawing at their bodies.
No. Fucking. Way.
The was no way in hell I was going to heal forty Shifters with self-inflicted head wounds because they felt some kind of bizarre need to further Chuck's cause. Thankfully Simon, Wanda, Bo, Daaaaad and Mac had not joined the kool-aid drinking dumbasses.
"Enough," I shouted and flung my hands in the air. I knew I was taking a risk using my power on a large group, but they'd given me no choice. If I had to heal all of them, I'd be passed out for weeks. I didn't have time for it. I had obese new pets, a heinous and potentially highly explosive houseguest, some evil to banish, and an x-rated fairy tale to finish.
Sparkling rainbow colored flames shot from my fingertips and all forty or so Shifters levitated into the air and hung there like helium balloons. Their befuddled faces almost made me laugh. However, I was terrified to let them down. There was no telling what would occur.
"Whoops, didn't know that would happen," I mumbled as I stared at my hands.
"You didn't plan that?" Daaaaad asked with concern.
"Not exactly. I just wanted them to stop banging their heads on the ground. That would give me the mother of all migraines to heal that shit," I said in my defense.
"Goddess," Daaaaad said as he ran his hands through his hair in worried agitation. "We need to get you trained. Pronto."
"Ya think?" I snapped. "At least I didn't blow up the countryside."
"I think what you did was outstanding," Mac said as he took in the spectacle with pride.
"You just want in my pants," I told him.
"Correct, but I still think you did the right thing," he said with a grin.
Daaaaad shook his head and groaned as he gave Mac the stink eye. "You know I can ground you, young lady."
"You know I can shrink all your boxer briefs, Daaaaad—while you’re wearing them."
"You wouldn't," he
"Why is she looking for Chuck?" I whispered back.
"Because she loves him."
"Hildy and Chuck?" I asked.
"Sitting in a tree. K I S S I N G," Simon said. "He was distraught for weeks after she died."
"He's still distraught," I told him. "He tried to hang himself in my tree."
"Oh dear, that won't work out like he thinks it will," Wanda said as she shook her head sadly.
"You can't be sure about that," Simon countered.
"Confused here," I muttered.
"He wants to be with Hildy," Wanda explained.
"She's dead," I stated the obvious.
"Exactly," Simon said.
"Oh my Goddess," I gasped out. "He's trying to kill himself to be with her?"
The Shifters went silent as a huge roar and an enormous black bear burst from the tree line and bound into the middle of the chaos. Hildy flew higher as Chuck, in his bear form, reached for her.
"No," she shouted. "You can't touch me. I'll hurt you."
He jumped and growled, but to no avail. Hildy flew higher.
"No. Chuck, you cannot touch me. I will not allow it," she said in a voice filled with anguish.
Chuck's agonized wail made my heart hurt. Silver tears streamed from my beautiful aunt's eyes. Chuck fell to the ground and beat the dirt. The Shifters backed up respectfully and gave him room. My heartbroken friend clawed at his fur and banged his huge head against the hard ground.
"Chuck stop," Hildy cried. "You'll hurt yourself, my love."
Hildy tried to stop him with magic, but to her shock and dismay her magic didn't work. For a brief moment, I wondered if it was because she was a ghost… then the reality hit. My stomach churned. Her magic didn't work because I had her magic inside me. I'd taken it back from the honey badger who had stolen it from her when he killed her. I was the walking talking magical menace. Not only did I have Hildy's power… I also had my own.
Damndamndamn.
Chuck ignored my Aunt's impassioned plea and the Shifters—being idiot Shifters, joined him. They all fell to the ground and began banging their heads and clawing at their bodies.
No. Fucking. Way.
The was no way in hell I was going to heal forty Shifters with self-inflicted head wounds because they felt some kind of bizarre need to further Chuck's cause. Thankfully Simon, Wanda, Bo, Daaaaad and Mac had not joined the kool-aid drinking dumbasses.
"Enough," I shouted and flung my hands in the air. I knew I was taking a risk using my power on a large group, but they'd given me no choice. If I had to heal all of them, I'd be passed out for weeks. I didn't have time for it. I had obese new pets, a heinous and potentially highly explosive houseguest, some evil to banish, and an x-rated fairy tale to finish.
Sparkling rainbow colored flames shot from my fingertips and all forty or so Shifters levitated into the air and hung there like helium balloons. Their befuddled faces almost made me laugh. However, I was terrified to let them down. There was no telling what would occur.
"Whoops, didn't know that would happen," I mumbled as I stared at my hands.
"You didn't plan that?" Daaaaad asked with concern.
"Not exactly. I just wanted them to stop banging their heads on the ground. That would give me the mother of all migraines to heal that shit," I said in my defense.
"Goddess," Daaaaad said as he ran his hands through his hair in worried agitation. "We need to get you trained. Pronto."
"Ya think?" I snapped. "At least I didn't blow up the countryside."
"I think what you did was outstanding," Mac said as he took in the spectacle with pride.
"You just want in my pants," I told him.
"Correct, but I still think you did the right thing," he said with a grin.
Daaaaad shook his head and groaned as he gave Mac the stink eye. "You know I can ground you, young lady."
"You know I can shrink all your boxer briefs, Daaaaad—while you’re wearing them."
"You wouldn't," he
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