"Drive safe Honey!" Your mother called out as you started the engine to your car, the engine roaring to life instantly. 

"Bye Mom!" You called back as you peeled out of your driveway and onto the main road in just a few swift moments. 

'Okay, come on (y/n) you know the way. Not like you haven't been there a thousand times already.' 

You thought sarcastically as you turned up the radio and pulled onto La Push's main road, nearly squealing as your favorite song came on. 

"Record Scratch. Steve Miller Band." You sighed happily as Andy Black's silky voice filled your car. A smile on your face as you attempted to match his notes.

"Tattooed necks and Tattooed hands. Oh, how don't you drown in a rainstorm?

"Fresh regrets, Vodka sweats. The sun is down and we're bound to get exhausted and so far from the shore."

You nearly let out a giggle as you belted out the next part. You're voice cracking a few times but you didn't care, no one was here to hear you. 

"You're never gonna get it
I'm a hazard to myself
I'll break it to you easy
This is hell, this is hell
You're looking and whispering you think I'm someone else
This is hell, yes
Literal hell "

At this point, you started to dance, the trip turned into something thoroughly enjoyable and fun despite the length of it. 

~~Three hours later~~

You sighed in relief as you pulled up to the small baby blue cottage just outside Seattle. It was a small house, only two bedrooms but it had a lovely white porch and yard that seemed to be expertly taken care of, beautiful flowers and rose bushes lining the yard. 

"(y/n)!!" A soft voice yelled from the porch, a smile clearly evident in their voice as the screen door swung open rather violently. A small plump woman running out in a soft pink nightgown and slippers. 

"Grandma." You yelled excitedly as you quickly got out of the car, and ran to her, engulfing her into a tight hug as she chuckled fondly at your antics. 

"Hey, sweetheart. How's my favorite Grandbaby?" She smiled as she pushed back and cradled your face in her hands. 

This made you smile, her hands were always comfortingly cold, after all these years your grandmother had not changed. she had not gained a single wrinkle and her hair was still a beautiful black. She still wore her old pentagram pendant made from old and worn leather that she had been wearing for nearly 50 years. 

"I'm good, grandma, just going through a lot right now and needed your home cooking and to talk to you." you smiled sheepishly, knowing she'd make you talk about everything that had gone down with (y/g). 

Your grandmother had always believed wholeheartedly, she even used to say when you were young that you came from a long line of witches. Or she used to say that before your mother got angry at her for filling your head with nonsense and separated you both.

Your grandma narrowed her eyes as she looked you over, patting your cheek lightly as she glared. "Don't lie to me Child, you know I always can tell. Now, I baked you cookies so come inside and tell me everything." She spoke softly, smiling at you as she pulled you inside and to the kitchen.

It was nearly dark out when you finished telling her your story, you had gone through several glasses of lemonade and a batch and a half of cookies when she finally spoke up. 

"Well sweetheart, that doesn't surprise me, us Wiccans are known for falling for non-humans. I'm just happy it was with a werewolf. They are very kind and protective and are well known for taking care of their mates." your grandmother smiled reassuringly at you as she plated some fresh cookies in front of you. 

You sighed softly as you munched a cookie "Grandma this is all so weird. Werewolves are real. and so are Vampires. Does this mean that Witches and Wiccans are real too?" You questioned softly. 

She sighed softly and sat on the stool next to you, her hand rubbing up and down your back softly as she explained it. "Yes, sweetie. We are real, I am a Witch and you have that blood in you as well. But its different for everyone. Some people only have enough Magic to change their hair color and some can change another person completely. It's different for everyone. But it takes practice and guidance. " 

You nodded, smiling softly at your grandmother, hugging her softly as you whispered to her. "Will you teach me? Teach me how to do it?" 

She nodded eagerly, detangling herself quickly from you as she ran off to her room, coming back with a rather large brown book that seemed to be falling apart from the amount of use. "Come! Come!" She said excitedly as she sat on the couch, waving you over to her as she beamed over at you.

"Okay okay I'm coming." you giggled as you walked over and plopped down next to her, feeling very heavy from the number of cookies you all but inhaled while talking.

"Okay, the first spell we will do is going to determine the amount of power in your blood so we don't overdo it on the first time okay?" she explained, smiling at you as she set everything up. 

Soon Candles were lit and there was a pentagram of charcoal on the coffee table. "okay, now close your eyes and repeat these words in your mind, okay?" she smiled at you as she whispered for you, holding your hands gently. 

'Sanguis, ei auxilio. Veni ad me. Ostende mihi faciem tuam potestate.' You repeated over and over in your mind, your eyes closing as you felt your blood begin to race and heat up, your head feeling light and fluffy as you heard your grandmother gasp, and laugh. 

"(y/n)! It's working! you're one of us! Oh, I am so happy! I always knew you had it in you! keep chanting!" She giggled, feeling the spell slowly come to an end, your blood returning to normal slowly. 

Quill:

You smiled as you opened your eyes, gasping loudly as you saw small objects around the room floating. "Oh my.." you heard your grandmother whisper as she looked around "you have a great amount of power sweetheart." she giggled a bit as the objects slowly floated down to the floor. 

Embry:

You looked up, looking around confused as you were suddenly so much smaller than your grandmother. She let out a gasp and picked you up, a gasp leaving your mouth, although it sounded more like a meow. Wait? A Meow?! 

"Oh (y/n)! You can shapeshift!!" Your grandmother cooed.

Paul:

You gasped as your grandma suddenly tackled you in a hug, "Woah!" you chuckled "Where's the fire?" you laughed. She giggled and played with your hair. "You're hair, its pink (y/n)."

Jake:

You sighed as you opened your eyes, pouting slightly as you felt nothing new. "Gram. It didn't work, Do you think maybe im one of those people that only can do magic with spells?" 

She nodded, squeezing your hands reassuringly with a smile "Maybe sweetheart. But it's not bad, it just means that you have the perfect excuse to learn everything and every type of spell." 

Seth:

You giggled as you felt a warm presence surrounding your fingertips and arms, the feeling so light it was as if a butterfly was beating its wings against your skin. A soft gasp was what made you open your eyes, as you looked down what you saw nearly made you squeal. Fire from the candle was circling your hands, and it didn't hurt.

Leah:

Your grandma squealed with delight as you finished chanting, the sudden sounds making your eyes snap open and look directly at her "what- G-gram! Your hair!" you gasped, your grandma's beautiful black hair now adorned with stripes of purple and pink.