Power of the Fae by Ariel Marie

public. She’s four years older than me and has held a grudge against me as long as I can remember. I don’t even know what I’ve done to her that has made her hate me.
    “Behave girls!” Sarah snaps at us. She knows Calista is trouble with a capital T. Calista walks around to the countertop that has a bowl of fruit on it. She grabs an orange and starts peeling it.
    “So who were you and Granny hosting in her office last night?” She asks, one eyebrow raising as she starts eating her orange, leaning against the counter.
    “None of your business.”
    “It had to be wolves. I saw three of them slinking around our house and yard last night. If I’m not mistaken they were members of the Diamond pack meaning that sexy Alpha of theirs was in the study with you guys.”
    “You don’t need to worry about Colin.”
    “Oh, Colin is it? Good strong Scottish name. That goes well with all that black hair, blue and brown eyes. Tall dark and handsome, just like I like them!” She licks her lips.
    “Shut. Up.” My eyes lock on her. I put my fork down and stand up and slowly walk around the counter.
    “Calista!” Sarah exclaims. “Not in my kitchen, take your shenanigans somewhere else!”
    Calista rolls her eyes, grabs another orange and bumps into me as she brushes past me. Oh, no this bitch didn’t! I grab a handful of her hair quicker than the eye can see throwing her up against the wall. I flash to her grabbing onto her hair and push her face first into the wall with my other arm in her back.
    “Girls!” Sarah screams as she rushes over to us.
    “I better not hear you speak about or even look at Colin again,” I growl in her ear. I tighten my grip on her hair, pulling her head back.
    “You think he would go for someone like you? A half-breed?” she snarls trying to get free. This bitch has balls. Sarah rushes over to us, trying to break my hold on Calista’s hair. I am tempted to pull it till it comes out but then my grandmother walks in the room.
    “What’s going on in here?” She stalks over to us. I let Calista go and step back. She rubs her head while staring at me with disgust. I stand there and cross my arms across my chest and stare right back at her.
    “Nothing,” we say simultaneously, still staring at each other. We both refuse to be the first to look away.
    “Well, don’t let nothing happen again!” she says looking at both of us. Calista is not crazy enough to try to go up against my grandmother. She’s a strong witch, but she knows she’s no match for my grandmother and she hasn’t learned yet that she’s no match for me. Sarah seeing that my grandmother has everything under control slips out of the kitchen’s double glass doors that leads out to the back patio porch.
    “Calista, leave us.” My grandmother waves her hand dismissing her. Calista stomps out of the kitchen, looks over her shoulder and flips me the bird.
    “I expect more from you, Lina.” She immediately makes me feel like a little girl instead of a kick ass Guardian of the Fae.
    “She started it!” I exclaim, realizing I sound like a five year old. I almost want to stomp my foot. How am I the only one getting reprimanded when clearly I was not the only one about to fight here in the kitchen? Fighting between Calista and me is not new. This dates back to our childhood. She has always picked on me.
    “Well, I finished it. Get your things and meet me in the spell room.” She walks out the kitchen, leaving me alone with my now cold food.

Chapter Seven
~Lina~
    W itchcraft can be traced back to the beginning of mankind, the Paleolithic period, which predates Christianity. The word Witch originates from the word Wicca that means wise one . In the beginning the first known witches were mediators between the humans and the supernatural. They were healers, with their extreme knowledge of herbs and medicines. They sat on their village leaders advisory councils. They were well respected and held in high esteem amongst their