Prologue
Three women sat in a circle drinking tea in a small cafe in North Carolina. At first glance no one would be able to tell that they were related. Only ones that had been with them for a long time could tell the similarities between them. Although each had different body structures, hair colors, different facial features their personalities were practically the same; which would make them very hard to deal with as they thought and acted the same way. If one was being bitchy, they were all being bitchy. So it was safe to say that whoever got them pissed off will have a hell to pay and right now it was a certain wolf pack in Beacon Hills that was the target. The reason was plain and simple – they hurt their sister. It wasn't as though she had done anything bad, just killed a few innocent people, maimed police officers and held a child hostage for money in the one month that she had been in the town. There was no need to make her cripple by taking away her powers; they could have let her off with a few warnings. A witch having no power made them go completely mental as they were used to doing everything with powers - from cooking to sewing. Their sister was no different. Although her reasons for having powers were what put her on the black list of every witch coven out there. She was becoming insane because she couldn't torture non-magical beings, couldn't kill people for fun – NOTHING! She was going downright crazy which in turn was annoying the sisters as they had to take care of her instead of being able to enjoy their lives. Sure they could have left her in a ditch somewhere and hoped she died, after all having someone who lost their powers in the family was a liability. The only catch was that if their mom found out there would be hell to pay. So instead they decided to focus their annoyance on someplace else and had decided to find the pack, figure out how they could restore her powers and be on their merry way. which would have been easy – negotiate with the alpha, promise to never come back, yadda yadda yadda. The only problem with the plan was that they also wanted to take revenge for being stuck with their powerless sister for a whole week. Therefore, as retribution they had to take down the werewolves, but to do that they had to attack their backbone – a cute boy with the name of Stiles. It seemed he was the one who told the others the weaknesses in a witch and a way to take away her powers. Meaning he must also know how to restore them.
Yes, if they killed him, the others wouldn't be much of a problem. So together they sat to hatch a plan. One of them suddenly clicked her fingers, "I have the perfect plan. All we need to find rosemary leaves, we have the other ingredients." The others nodded and the plan was set in motion.