Chapter 8 - Ravenwood Island

The drive to the Island was mostly my parents talking back and forth, staring at me through the rear view mirror. I was in a daze staring at all the unfamiliar scenery going by at what seemed light speed. Tree, car, tree, car, yellow line white line, and it stayed this way for what seemed forever. "Why is Ravenwood an Island?" I blatantly blurted out. My parents stopped talking and looked at each other, they seemed surprised I spoke at all. "Dahlia, it's an Island off of the Maine coastline, we had to hide the remaining pack members and regain our numbers and strength, while you grew up" said my dad. "The Island is surrounded by a protection spell, that keeps other supernaturals away from the location keeping the pack safe. It essentially hide their presence" my mother continued where my dad left off. "A protection spell?" "A protection spell is casted by a person of witch blood, every pack has a trusted witch. Without witches our kind would not exist" my dad said. "Why wouldn't we exist?" "The darkest part of wolves history is because of witches, being a werewolf is a cursed they placed on our kind" my dad said with anger. "You mean to tell me witches exist too?!" I blurted out. "Yes Dahlia, Werewolf is not the only supernatural. There's witches, demons, fairies, vampires, rough wolves, shapeshifters, and hybrids" my mom exclaimed. "I'm barely wrapping my head around being a werewolf and you mean to tell me, there's even more things that go bump in the night?" I said with fear in my voice. "Dahila, it's okay, peace pacts were put into place long ago, which dates back thousands of years. Other supernaturals are our friends, expect for vampires and rouges, they tend to do as they please which puts the rest of the supernatural community at risk" my dad stated. "Rouge wolf?!" I stated. "A rough wolf is one that defects from its pact, or is exiled. They're very dangerous Dahlia" my mom chimed in. "Dahlia, when we get to the coastline, we will need to take a boat the rest of the way to Ravenwood" my dad stated. "What waits for me at Ravenwood, and why does it sound so similar to Dravenwood?" I ask. "Dravewood is a supernatural hide out, we moved to Dravewood to keep humans away from you. We never knew what to expect as you grew so the last thing we wanted was unwanted attention. Everyone in Dravewood is some form of supernatural being" my dad replied. In an up roar I basically screamed at the epiphany "You have got to be kidding me, right?!" "Afraid not sweety, No one knew your true identity as it would put you in danger. We placed a protection spell on you long ago, so no one could figure out who you truly are" my mom said sympathetically. "Ravenwood, is your true last name, Dahlia" stated my dad. "Your true royal name is; Dahlia Maeve Ravenwood" my dad further contributed. Just as I was about to give a snide comeback, I notice our travel path moved us to a pier bridge. I saw a faint Island way off the upcoming coastal water front. "Are we almost there?" Dahlia asked with with knots forming in her stomach. "Yes dear, once we hit the coastline, it will take another 6 hours to sail through the rough waters to the Island" my father exclaimed. I thought to myself, "Ready or not, I'll soon take my first steps on my packs Island".