To say HP was pissed was putting things lightly. With supernatural creatures having just come out to the human populace, things were tense all around. A bunch of witches getting arrested for a bar brawl with werewolves was not the kind of press our coven needed after just jumping out of the broom closet. 

After arriving back at the Compound - where the whole coven lived - the seven of us were sent to our rooms with one last glare, while HP and Daryl convened in her office - presumably to figure out how to fix the werewolf debacle. Last thing we needed was a war with the local pack. 

Staying in our rooms for only a moment, we all met up in Shelly's room. We'd all changed and showered, now glitter-free and in pajamas. Shelly was texting away on her phone, presumably to Joy, her fiancee. HP was gonna perform the wedding in a couple weeks, and this was the only day all seven of us were free for the bachelorette party.

"How much trouble do you think we're in?" Celia asked, wringing her hands together as she sat in the armchair Shelly had in the corner of her room. Wearing a long yellow cotton nightgown, she looked nearly as innocent as Robin. 

"Heaps," Kennedy muttered, having chosen a seat on the floor, leaning back against the right side of Shelly's bed. "We really fucked up."

"Yeah," Vanessa agreed quietly, sitting in the other armchair next to Celia. 

"It wasn't us who started the brawl though," Shelly protested, running her fingers through her hair. "I mean, Wade started the whole damn thing-"

"But we fought back." Robin shook her head sadly, pacing a whole in the carpet. "It really depends who the press blames. Public opinion will inevitably follow that."

"It's in the press?" Shelly moaned, shaking her head. "Dammit."

"Probably won't hit until tomorrow sometime," I said awkwardly, trying to cheer up my friend. "HP and Daryl can do damage control by then."

"Unless the pack gets in front of it," Kennedy muttered darkly, hands clenching in fists. 

"You don't know that," Alaina replied. 

"They've gotten way more exposure than us because HP's nervous about revealing us to outsiders," Kennedy argued, leaping to her feet. "The humans fucking love them! Their Alpha does charity drives and shit like that with their churches. Meanwhile, we follow a different religion than Christianity and we have magic. Some of them already call us devil-worshippers!"

Vanessa clapped her hands together. "Enough!"

Kennedy fell silent, eyes swimming with tears. I knew she blamed herself, even though it wasn't her fault.

"We can fix this," Vanessa began, eyes narrowing, "by getting out in front of it."

Celia raised her hand. "How do we do that?"

"Easy. We call a press conference, explain what happened, and make it clear there are no hard feelings."

"Uh, HP is not gonna like that," Shelly argued with a sigh. "And we're already in enough trouble as it is."

"We could talk to the pack Alpha," Robin suggested. "Explain to him what happened and try to work out a way so both our sides come out of this on top."

"And how're we gonna get in to see him? He's so busy you need to make an appointment a month in advance."

"Plus there's all the political red tape-

"And what about Wade and his buddies? Don't you think the Alpha will believe them over us?"

"Quiet!" I yelled, shutting up my increasingly irate sisters. "I have an idea."

"We're listening," Kennedy drawled with a raised brow.

I grinned. "I say we find the Alpha tomorrow morning, explain what happened, and let him know that we're open to mending things between our packs - provided Wade and his idiot buddies are punished."

"And why would he agree to that?" Alaina frowned, though seemed to be listening.

"Because werewolves in drunken fights is just as bad for the pack as it is for the coven. If we can fix this before the press twists it, then maybe no one has to take the hit! He'll see that." And if he didn't, well, we would be dead. 

"HP won't like this," Celia murmured.

"We're fucked if we do and fucked if we don't," Vanessa said in that special way of hers. "I say go for it. Tomorrow morning at, say, 7 am?"

The rest of us murmured our agreement. It was decided. At 7 am tomorrow, the Alpha of the Winslow pack would listen to us or we would get mauled by werewolves and then cursed by HP.

No pressure then.