The song here is "Witch" by The Bird and The Bee

Witch

Rowena had drunk half of the bottle of wine and had thought of all the possibilities. She had considered many spells and eliminated those that required ingredients she didn't have, which was nearly all of them. It was a little discouraging, but she still had some spells left, giving her hope.

One of them was shape shifting, but that didn't help with Hellhounds outside of the cabin. They probably wouldn't discriminate her from a fox. Another spell was invisibility, which wasn't as easy as most believe; it takes concentration and lots of special oils that Rowena didn't have and couldn't make. Rowena did have some herbs, but her cloaking spell wasn't strong enough, especially for movement.

The next best thing she had was her blood to render her a walking shadow. Actually, that might be the best. She didn't need any ingredients from the cabin; blood and bones was all the needed.

Rowena rummaged through the kitchen and had taken out a small pot to act like a cauldron and a small knife to act like an athame. She decided blood magic would be strongest and it would work better than everything else. Since it was her own blood, it would "break-proof"; in the sense that only she could undo her own spell.

"I give my blood, erase me from sight. I give my blood, to the power of night." Rowena began as she slit her palm, her blood spilled into the pot, covering small bones of a dead mouse she had found under the bed in the bedroom. It was the best she could do, but it would still work, as the bones represented Death in this spell.

"A soul caught between life and death, unseen with every breath." She added, covering the small bones until they were painted red with her blood. The spell would allow her to travel as a shadow, going unnoticed, but passing the Hellhounds would put it to the test.

"As long as blood flows in my veins, let my shadow Death remain." She said. Once there was enough blood in the pot, covering the bones completely, she had to use the bones as a paintbrush and paint sigils onto her skin, nearly covering every inch of skin.

"I bind my body with this spell, magic that will serve me well." She said, painting the same sigils over and over, repeating the same incantation until she was done. She even redid some sigils.

Once that was done, all Rowena had to do was cast a spell that would amplify the power in her magic. Since she was dealing with Hellhounds, she needed some more coverage.

"By the Dark of the Moon, more power soon. By the void of Night, more power in sight." Rowena said as she completed her spell. Already, she could feel it surge through her body and soon, her body was becoming a shimmering shadow form. As she let out a giggle, her voice seemed disembodied and she knew she was ready to step out.

It was working much better and much faster than she anticipated.

She approached the door and found that she couldn't go through it, which was unfortunate. Then again, she was a shadow, not a ghost. She slowly opened the door just enough that her form could cautiously slip out. There was some movement in the forest around the cabin and she only knew that because some twigs cracked. When surrounded by silence, twigs cracking sound so much louder, echoing through the air, making it sound more like the tick of a bomb about to go off.

Rowena continued forward and didn't see anything. Those Hellhounds were either gone or slowly stalking her. If they made only one snap of a twig, that was probably done on purpose, maybe to test whether what they saw was human or not.

She had to admit, Hellhounds were amazing, but she rather not find out all they're capable of doing.

She was walking away from the cabin, not making any noise and blending in with the darkness. It was pretty good so far and even better when her feet were aching from walking. She was more or less gliding through the forest. All she had to worry about was getting lost and, well, whether the Hellhounds were still on her heels or not.

It was quite an amazing spell. She wasn't cold; she didn't feel a thing, in fact. This was magic, this was power. Her son wasn't going to catch her and he was an idiot if he thought he could. Send out Hellhounds, what a joke; yet again, he can't do his own dirty work. Was there anything he could do on his own? Did he even have any power?

As she walked through the forest, she could hear some distant noises that she was certain meant some traffic on the paved road. As she glided closer, she could even see some headlights. She approached the road, a little faster it seemed, and she got to the edge of the forest. On the other side of the road, the forest continued.

Rowena wouldn't be able to walk on the road, but she could walk on the edge of the forest by the road. The last thing she needed was for some moron to see a mist of shadow and decided to swerve into it. If she couldn't go through a door, she wouldn't be able to go through a car.