It turned out Google was not much of a help in finding a perfect gift for a wolf-witch hybrid who is more connected to her magical side. Seriously, the whole internet was useless, because I know for a fact that if I bought Kite a cauldron-shaped coffee mug, or tarot cards she wouldn't be exactly happy about it. And while shopping for any girl is a task adorned with tears, blood and sweat, shopping for Kite is even worse. I honestly considered calling her brother, but I didn't exactly want Val to know about this party, and I'm more than sure that Osprey would inform my Cousin about it.
But my second mission seemed even more difficult. Some might even call it impossible. Because let me tell you that convincing a girl with deep anxiety to go to a party with a few dozen drunken wolves wasn't
