Chapter 7 - The Exposition

“Hey Meenu, still sleeping?” Her grandma’s obtrusive amiable masculine voice brings her back from her little world of reverie.

Granny Minama is her only living relative, she had taken her in after her parents died of a mysterious car crash and their bodies burnt to ashes, even though it was later suspected that it was a probable murder from one of the paranormals. The authorities could not tell if it was the handiwork of stray mutts or vampyres. And since it was a case of two African-American humans, it was easily closed without much investigation. After all, ninety percent of the police force are werewolves.

This was twelve years ago during the reign of the BBW Alpha Lucas Smith, Wilson’s dad. Demika had to leave Hampshire to Laketown to live with her only living relative, Grandma Minama… about same period she met six-year old Selena. The duo quickly bonded and became BFFs.

She pokes her head through the faintly closed door.

“Morning Ganny… been awake for a while now, just couldn’t get up.”

“Something troubling you my dear?”

“Yea-yea.”

“Anything I can do to help, or you wish to be alone?”

“Not really, at least not anymore… can I ask you something real quick Granny?”

“Yea, sure… what’s up?” Grandma Minama enters into the room stealthily, like a comic character… this is done deliberately though, just to lighten up the already tensed atmosphere, and to cheer Demika up a little.

“I know this is kinda strange… well, how do I say this now? Okay, is it possible that someone could have a glimpse of what’ll happen before it does?”

“Like a de ja vu?”

“Y-eeaaa, kinda… but not really. This is gonna sound even stranger. Like having a momentous telepathic ability.” She stares at her grandma inquisitively, with a face that says I’m-desperate-for-a-positive-answer.

“Did it happen to you?”

“Yea, kinda… during the werewolf party last night.”

“Oboy!” Minama clears her throat. “Tell me everything… how did it happen?”

“Okay, please don’t freak out.” Her grandma sits down, positions herself with a curious gaze, at the sound of the phrase ‘freak out’.

“Oo-kaaay, go on.”

“Soooo, I was attacked by a werewolf yesterday at the party.”

“Are you hurt my dear?” She grabs her to check for any physical injuries. “How did that happen? I thought an open attack in the pack house is against their law.

“Y-eaa, so I heard afterwards,” she paused, stares at her grandma with a Dwayne Johnson kind of raised brow. “Wait, Granny, how did you know this.”

“Oh, don’t worry my dear, you’ll be surprised how much I know about these wild dogs.”

“That’s interesting, I guess I’ll have to find out someday… Well, back to what I was saying…”

“Yea, so how did you escape?”

“I didn’t, but thanks to Mr. Robinson’s impeccable intervention I could tell the tale.” She breathes in and exhales.

“So is that what’s troubling you… Why do I feel like there’s more to this tale?”

“Yea there is actually… before the attack, I saw a flash of what is to happen. First, I saw Selena and Alpha Wilson in the woods in each other’s arms, naked… and then I saw my attack. All these were just within a split second. Is that even possible? I didn’t even have the time to react.”

“Well, I knew this would happen some day, but I never thought it would happen this soon… at least your mom’s didn’t manifest until she was twenty.”

“Granny, what are you talking about? Now I’m lost.”

“Well, my dear… what you felt yesterday was just a taste of your supernatural powers, the Wiccan magic in you as the last of the bloodline.

She scoffs, having a mixed feeling of confusion, anxiety and fright, all at the same time. “You’re joking right… please tell me you’re joking Granny.”

“Do you want to know about your historical heritage or not?”

“Of course I want to know, but no jokes, okay? No jokes… I’m already nervous, and confused as it is right now.”

“Not everything you’ve heard about witches is true… some things are, but not everything.”

“Please just tell me already Granny.”