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Jez's POV

I stared at Collin in shock. This isn't possible. No male can be a full-fledged witch!

I could feel everyone watching me stare at Collin, but I couldn't bring myself to care. A male witch was standing in front of me. This wasn't a difference of opinions with the Shadow Circle. This was the shattering of an unbreakable law.

"Um… why is she staring at me like that?" I heard Collin ask someone.

"It is possible to ask her, you know," I heard Nessie respond. She came up behind me and placed her hand on my shoulder. Her questioning thoughts flowing through my mind brought me back to the tiny kitchen. After all, Nessie was an impossible witch as well.

"He's one of us," I answered silently. I could feel her shock as she took her hand away.

"If you'll excuse us," I said quietly, grabbed Nessie and Tia and quickly walked outside.

"What in the name of all things natural just happened in there?" Tia asked heatedly.

"Something impossible," I answered. Nessie steered Tia into the backseat of my car, and I quickly took the driver's seat. I sped away before they even got their seatbelts on.

"Would someone please explain what just happened?" Tia exclaimed. I kept my eyes on the road, not daring to look at her. Tia is usually very soft-spoken and good-natured, but when she was upset, she got upset.

"Collin is a witch," I answered succinctly.

"Alright, why did we have to run away like that for you to tell me this?"

"Collin isn't a half-gifted male like the ones you know, Tia. He is a full-fledged witch," I enunciated every word of that last sentence for effect.

"That's not possible," Tia said quietly, completely taken aback.

"It is now," Nessie said.

"Alright then, what do we do about it?" Tia questioned.

There was a slight prick against my mental barriers – someone was at my house, breaking some of the protection spells. A light mental brush against the intruder's mind was all I needed. Raven hadn't wasted any time.

"Raven is at my house now. Let me get rid of her, and we'll figure something out," I said firmly. I was the High Priestess of this coven, damn it. There were some things I was allowed to do, and facing a potentially lethal enemy on my own was one of them.

"You aren't budging on this, are you?" Nessie sighed.

"Damn right," I confirmed happily.

"Fine, drop us off at the Cullen house, but you better call us as soon as Raven leaves," Tia said firmly. "And we'll try to come up with some plan for how to deal with Collin."

"Sounds good."

After a quick drive back to the Cullen property, I sped back home to face a possibly deadly enemy. Raven was usually no match for me, but I was still feeling a little weak from the fight and my journey through the Twisted Kingdom.

I pulled up to my house to find Raven sitting on the front porch with a wicked smile on her face. She knew this might be the only chance she had at beating me.

I made sure to leave my car unlocked with the keys in the ignition in case I had to make a quick escape. As I approached, Raven stood up to greet me.

"Hello, Sister Jezebel," she greeted happily, with none of her former disdain. Apparently, once I'm her equal, she doesn't hate me as much.

"Sister Raven," I answered, and the words felt like a lie. "What brings you back here so soon?"

"Well, the crones noticed your unprecedented drop in power a few days ago. They were wondering what could cause you to drain your power to the breaking point so quickly," Raven said slyly. So they were going to play the ignorant route.

"A group from the Volturi came and attacked me and my ward," I said bluntly. "The fight left me exhausted."

"Ah, the Volturi. That explains it," Raven said, that wicked grin still firmly in place.

"And then, a few days later while I was still recovering, some of our Sisters invaded my mind and were trying to take what little power I had regained," I said offhandedly.

Raven's grin faded. "Yes, well. That's what I came here to talk to you about. It seems –"

"I have no use for your lies or your games right now, Raven," I interrupted her, dropping the act of civility. "The Circle invaded my mind to take my power for themselves, an act that is against our laws. I will speak to all of our Sisters about this during the next meeting of the Circle in two weeks time."

Raven looked taken aback for thirty seconds before she schooled her face into a neutral expression. "We look forward to your presence, Sister," she said in a tone that said she wasn't looking forward to it at all.

She started to leave, but then turned around to face me. "By the way, there is a new prophecy making its way through the Circles. The crones wanted me to tell you about."

"Tell me, and then leave," I said shortly.

"The prophecy speaks of the end of our kind. The harbinger of doom for the Shadow Circle, and all witches like us. The monster will be a male witch," Raven said.

"How can a half-gifted male bring us down?" I asked simply, while ice grew in my heart.

"Not a half-gifted male," Raven said, shaking her head. "A fully-gifted male witch. He spells the end for us all if he continues to live, so the Circle is asking all of the Sisters for information."

"I've heard nothing like that around here, but I'll start looking into it," I said. "Is there anything else?"

"That is all. See you at the next meeting, Sister," Raven waved goodbye, and she left.

I slumped onto the porch's railing for support. The Shadow Circle was already looking for Collin. But did Collin's existence spell the end for all witches, or just the Shadow Circle?

My phone rang loudly and obnoxiously. I ignored it. How could I focus on anything else right now? Politics and extinction for these witches… it was all-consuming…

The phone went silent as it went to voicemail. It began ringing again.

It took all of my willpower to not throw the damn thing into my pond. Nessie and Tia could wait a few minutes for me to gather my thoughts, and –

"Jezzie?"

I lifted my head to see Seth standing next to my car, with an expression that was half-confused and half-worried-out-of-his-mind on his face.

How could I forget my Seth? Wow, I was a terrible soul mate.

I ran to him and threw my arms around him. He slowly wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. He made me feel like everything wasn't completely fucked. He was the one point of light and reason in a world that had spun out of control.

"Jezzie, what the hell happened at the party? You looked at Collin, and the three of you just took off like…"

"I can't explain it to you, because I can't even explain it to myself," I sighed into his chest. It felt so good to be in his arms again.

"What? Well – can you just tell me…" he stuttered and stumbled around words, and I had no idea what he was asking. Even though he was here and in my arms, I could feel him drawing away from me.

"Just spit it out," I said lightly, trying to laugh a little but failing miserably. What was happening? Did I say something, do something, wrong?

I looked into his eyes, and I could almost see him withdrawing into himself. He wouldn't talk to me anymore right now, at least not honestly.

"It's nothing," he said with a sad smile. "I need to get back to Emily's, my mom wanted to talk to me."

"Alright. When are you coming back to see me?" I asked sadly, already knowing the answer and knowing I wasn't going to like it.

"Soon. Eventually," he said, and before I could even kiss him goodbye, he was gone.

Goddess, why do you hate me so much? I thought we had gotten over this you-making-my-life-miserable-for-shits-and-giggles thing.

There was absolutely no explanation for Seth drawing away from me. Nothing logical, at least. The best thing I could do for myself right now is to put it in the back of my mind and focus on the disaster-in-the-making known as Collin.

I tried to think of the best way to approach this. Talking to Collin himself would tell me nothing. Would his parents be of more help? That was the best idea yet, so I decided a little chat with his parents was in order.

I cloaked myself in a sight shield and physical shield, so I would be completely invisible and unnoticeable. I would leave no scent and no footprints.

I took my time traveling back to the reservation. I wanted to make sure the party was over so everyone would be headed home.

Emily's house was slowly emptying when I arrived. Everyone was on edge, like a subtle attack had left a major wound no one could see.

"I'm worried," I heard Sue say to Emily quietly.

"Of course you are. Everyone is," Emily responded.

"Yes, but my son is suffering because of it. I thought this whole drama with Jezebel was over, that they would finally be able to just be together and get to know one another. Now… I just hope whatever happened between her and Collin isn't…" Sue trailed off, but Emily finished her sentence for her.

"The witchs' version of imprinting?" Emily whispered.

Oh, hell's fire, is that what everyone was thinking? Is that why Seth ran from me?

I wasn't in love with Collin, I wanted to make sure Collin didn't spell the extinction of my kind! Did they have so little faith in me?

Well, that was obviously a yes, but I thought Seth would trust me a little more than that.

Collin passed by with a bag of food, and everyone went silent.

"I'm going home. See you all later," he said quietly, and he all but ran. Apparently, they were blaming Collin, too.

I followed him to another little house on the reservation, this one closer to the ocean than Emily's cottage. It was in decent repair, but obviously hadn't had a woman around for a while.

Collin dropped his bag on the kitchen table and yelled, "Dad, I'm home!"

"How was the party?" a middle-aged Quileute man walked in and asked. He was clearly Collin's father, but didn't appear to have a drop of witch blood in him.

"Terrible," Collin answered shortly, collapsing into a chair at the table. His father took the seat next to him.

"What happened?" he asked gently.

"Seth's stupid imprint! I walk in and she sees me and just stares at me. Her, Embry's imprint Tia, and Nessie all ran off like vampires were after them, and now everyone thinks she did some weird witch-version of imprinting on me! Now everyone hates me, because her and Seth just got together, and now they think I ripped everything apart!" Collin said angrily.

"Oh. Well. Ummm… I'm not entirely certain how you can fix that, except to go talk to this girl and get information from the person who knows it best," his father said slowly. Hm, pretty smart guy.

"No! Everyone will completely blow it out of proportion!" Collin protested.

"Well, I don't know what you can do, then."

Collin groaned and stomped off. His father just sighed and stared at a picture on the counter. It looked like a wedding picture, with a younger version of Collin's father and a lovely pale woman with long blonde hair in a white dress. They looked happy.

"This would have been a lot easier if you could just accept your son – and me – what this tribe is," he sighed sadly.

So… Collin's mother found out he was a wolf and took off. Time to pay a visit to the crappy mother…

I stood in front of a white apartment building in Olympia, the current home of Collin's estranged mother. Tracking her down wasn't difficult – at least, not for me and a simple locating spell. That was when I found out Collin's mother was a witch.

She was in her mid-forties, with no discernible loyalties to any Circle or coven. From what I could tell, she lived alone.

I knocked on the door, deciding a face-to-face meeting might get me more information this time.

When she opened the door, her eyes widened. I placed my foot in front of the door so she couldn't close it.

"Mind if I come in for a cup of tea, Sister?" I asked sweetly.

"I don't exactly have an amiable relationship with the Shadow Circle right now," she said shortly, trying to close the door but failing.

"Excellent. Neither do I. I just want to talk with you about your son, Collin," I said in a friendly voice that demanded her cooperation.

"You know, don't you?" she asked hopelessly. She opened the door slowly. All of the fight in her had vanished as I followed her inside.

"I don't know how it happened," she said as we sat down at her kitchen table. "My estranged husband's tribe has the ability to become shapeshifters when vampires are near. Maybe, when those genes combined with my witch genes… it created the possibility of a fully-gifted male witch."

"I suppose so. But why did you leave them?" I asked. I was considering training Collin, so I was going to treat him as a Brother for now.

"Because I loved them!" she cried out. "I belong to the Shadow Circle because there's no way out. It was dangerous enough to have a husband and a family, but once Collin was born and that prophecy about a male witch, I couldn't stay and keep them safe."

"What does the prophecy say, exactly?" I asked.

"I've forgotten the exact wording over time, but it says when a full male witch bows in service to the Witch Queen, the Shadow Circle will fall," she said sadly.

"Excellent," I whispered.

"What?" she gasped.

"If Collin is properly trained and serves the Witch Queen, it means the Shadow Circle will cease to exist. Which means you can go home to your family, and I'll be free to start my own," I explained happily. Finally, the answer to my prayers!

"But will my poor baby survive to do so?" she whispered hauntingly.

"Have you heard of the witch Jezebel Blackheart?" I asked sweetly.

"No… you… you're Jezebel? You've turned against the Circle?" she asked incredulously.

"For almost the same reason you did," I replied.

"I suppose Blackheart doesn't quite fit you anymore, then," she said with a smile on her face.

"Never again."

"Will… will you look after Collin for me? Make sure he stays safe?" she asked timidly.

"Of course. I'm going to train him personally," I said.

"Thank the Goddess. Train him well."

"I will. By the way, what is your name?" I asked, realizing I had no idea who she was.

"Lindel."

"Lindel the Trap-maker?" I asked incredulously. "Impressive. I'll have to push Collin harder in that area."

We talked for a few more minutes before I left. She was a brave, strong witch. Collin would be the same.

But first, I needed to smooth things over with Seth.

I knocked on the door for the third time. Seth's house was a bit larger than the others I had seen on the reservation, and in better repair. I knew Seth and his mother were inside, but no one was answering the door.

I knocked again and shouted, "Goddamn it, Seth, I know you're in there! I just want to talk!"

"Fine, if you won't answer the door…" I trailed off, and summoned some power. I slowly stepped through the door. Making a pass through physical objects took a lot of concentration, but it was doable. So I slipped right through solid wood and into the Clearwaters' kitchen. It was necessary, since I didn't want to break the door down. I'm already on his mother's shit list.

Seth and Sue were sitting at the kitchen table, their mouths hanging open.

"What do you expect when you don't answer the door?" I asked honestly.

"I think I'll just let you kids work this out," Sue said quietly, and she slipped into the living room.

"You do that. Seth, what the hell?"

"What?" he asked miserably, his forehead against the table.

"You know what! Why were you hiding from me?"

"You can't break up with me if you can't find me," he mumbled.

"Why the hell would I break up with you?" I asked sternly. This was like talking to a five-year-old.

"Because you… did this weird… witch-version of imprinting on Collin," he stuttered out.

"You have got to be kidding me. Seth, what part of 'I love you, you are my soul mate' did you not understand?" I shrieked. Seriously, this was starting to piss me off.

"But… everyone said –"

"Who cares what they said!" I shouted. "Did it ever occur to you that they had no idea what they were talking about? That maybe I was surprised because of something else?"

"No," he said simply.

"Seth, for the Goddess's sake, I love you. I love you more than I ever thought was possible. You are my soul mate, and I already did the 'witch's version' of imprinting on you. You are the only one that matters, you idiot," I said softly, my anger starting to fade.

"Really?" he asked hopefully, looking up at me for the first time. His eyes were big, chocolate pools of hope, and all of my anger melted away.

"Of course," I said, and walked over to him to take his hand. It was huge and warm and just like I remembered. "How could I ever want anyone else?"

He pulled me into his lap and held me tightly, this time no one holding back. It was best feeling I had ever had.

"By the way, you're helping me tell Collin he's a witch."

"Collin's a witch?"

Alright, what did you guys think? So, question number one: Is anyone confused about what is going on? Two: How did you guys feel about Jez and Seth's mini-fight? Three: Did I make Collin a little too whiny? Four: Any predictions for next chapter?

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