The howl sent a strong chill running up Bonnie's spine, and for a moment she felt the same sensation she felt when she first performed a spell.
But in the next moment, that feeling was gone.
Another fearful howl rang out, and Bonnie saw flashes of light in her mind's eye. She could hear gunshots and cries of pain but knew that they did not originate from anywhere close-by.
While she knew that the content of her vision wasn't good, she couldn't help but feel excited. Even though it was involuntary, this was the most magic she had performed in a long time.
So, despite her better judgment, she picked up Bear and ran back to Deaton's home. She took his keys and borrowed his car, speeding off in the direction she knew would lead her to trouble.
This is beyond stupid Bonnie thought to herself.
She couldn't explain the feeling she had inside, the one that almost felt like her magic did the first time she used it.
She knew that whatever she was speeding off to was trouble, but she also knew she wouldn't be able to sleep without knowing why she had such a strong reaction to that howl.
She quickly pulled over and parked Deaton's car by a fallen log, and sprinted into the woods.
Another howl rose from the woods, and this time the feeling made Bonnie stop in her tracks.
The feeling was stronger this time, and it tickled her fingers and her toes. She reached out and the leaves around her rose for a few moments before the magic locked away again.
She continued to run forward with renewed energy, almost tripping over the roots of a dead tree stump.
She ran into a clearing and skidded to a stop. A gangly teenage body collided with hers and threw her to the ground.
She landed on her back with a groan.
"Get up, get up, get up!" The voice yelled. From the way he flailed around on the ground and tangled himself with Bonnie, she wasn't sure if he was talking to her or himself.
Their frantic movements came to an abrupt stop as angry green eyes and a purple face with large fangs appeared out of the darkness.
The blonde haired shapeshifter lunged at the two, and in a panic they both screamed. Bonnie's hands reflexively shot outwards and threw the oddly-colored woman away.
Another, larger body appeared and chased her away with a roar. Leaving Bonnie and the young man alone.
"Holy shit!" The man yelled, still half on top of her.
Bonnie shoved him off, and tried to catch her breath. She had barely been able to breathe with him on top of her.
"That was amazing! We almost died, but then you… and she! It was like when.."
Bonnie watched him babble on in fascination, it almost seemed like he didn't have to take in any oxygen.
"What are you?" He finally asked, taking on a suspicious tone.
"I'm a -"
She hesitated to answer. For months she believed that she lost her magic, and thus lost a big part of herself. But this night proved that she was wrong.
"I'm Bonnie Bennett." She finally said.
"I'm a witch."
