Blame the goddess ✔️

Chapter 21A - The good, the bad, the ugly.

Still Jason Dolley as our new Callum

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Thanks @ForthBeamAddict, for the 'Yorke' name idea 🤜. I gave it a little twist ☺️.

Cal's POV

I love, love, love my new look, did I say I love my new look? The beard makes me look more distinguished and grown up. I cannot wait for Esme and the gang to see it. I had to really work on Rafe to let Jeffery continue my driving lessons on our way to Esme's. He's still royally pissed at Jeffery. He'll get over it. It's been more than a week and I don't remember anything. All I know is that I'm now rocking a damn fine beard and I'm keeping it.

What's on my mind now is Katie Johnson's request to speak with Esme and me about something important. I wonder what?

But first, I'm registering for college. Raven recommends her college. She loves the classes offered and instructor availability, her words not mine. Personally, I like the pace and accessibility of online college. With this one, I just need to attend the lab classes in person. With my power of herb manipulation, I want to learn more about pharmaceutical drug breakdown so I can help my community. It is true we have more healing capabilities than mere humans, but we still need drugs to counteract poisons and drugs designed to bring us down or at the very least immunize us against them. Once I sign up and start college, I will train to be a Pharmaceutical Scientist.

"Hi, Cal? Like the beard."

"Hello Julian, how have you been?" I look up, smile and notice a young lady beside him.

"Doing well. This is my friend Sierra Jones."

"Hello, I'm Cal Yorke, nice to meet you."

A witch, I can tell. I nod to her and till I know her better, I am not shaking a witch's hand. Esme taught me that lesson when I was five. Witches are the best trickster around in addition to their magic.

"Hello, nice to meet you, too," she nods holding onto Julian.

Sierra Jones looks about eighteen with an air of superiority that borders on arrogance. About my height on three-inch stilettos. She has long vibrant curly brown hair. Her blues eyes are piercing and calculating. Her mouth has a fake pouty look. She flips her hair constantly and I pray she is not flicking dandruff all over this place. And her dress is skimpy at best.

"I dropped in to say hi to Uncle Nikolas and Aunt Nessa and see Rafe. When did you decide to grow the... you know?" He asks, sits down, motioning to his face. Sierra sits beside him, looking around the room.

"Beard? Oh, it was forced on us actually."

"Us?"

"Darric and I. A present from our trip with Jeffery."

"Ah! The 'cleansing'. How was it?"

"I don't remember."

"Of course. One thing I won't have to worry about."

"Why? You're a High Lord, maybe because you haven't met your mate?" I don't get mate vibe from Julian towards Sierra, feels more like 'friends with benefits' kind of relationship.

"Not that, I'm not a clan leader."

"Hi Julian," Rafe walks in with Darric. He hugs Julian. And walks over to me.

"Julian." Darric greets lukewarmly and walks over too, half sits on the table.

They both look pointedly at Sierra Jones, who sits up hurriedly. I can smell her apprehension at their entrance. Too much-combined power for this witch.