Three witches, three wolves, one prophecy
When Baba Yaga ends up with cake on her face at The Alexander's wedding reception, Hunter and Skylar must pay the piper. Some in the magical community consider their arguing and antics a menace to society. Baba Yaga considers it a menace to her wardrobe and the waste of a good cake. When she decides it's time for this reckless couple to get a taste of their own medicine, no one will be left unscathed.
I cast this spell into the night
To bind two lovers and limit their fight.
By earth, by wind, by water, by fire,
I wish to unleash their every desire.
The harsh words and rash actions they spread
Shall only cause them to feel great dread.
I cast this spell into the night
To bind two lovers on this faithful night.
By earth, by wind, by water, by fire,
I wish to unleash their true desires.
Their love for one another will spread like wildfire
Until they can no longer deny their heart's desire.
It is my will,
That these two shall unite.
So mote it be
And to all a good night
