Fallon POVGrace and a strange-looking bald man took me from my home. I hope Ryan is okay. I know Grace put a spell on him and me. I am supposed to be so powerful, but I cannot protect myself or my home. What good am I as a reaper?"You still haven't tapped into all of your power. That is why you are weak," a voice growls at me. I hear drops of water hitting metal. I look, hoping the ancestors are coming to rescue me, but it is water pouring in from above me. I am underground. That is why it is so cold. "Who are you?" I ask the woman. She steps into the light so I can see her better. She is thin with long red hair. It is the girl from the gas station. "I knew who you were the first time I saw you. You are here to screw up the life we have. You want to reap the ones who step out of line and kill Umbra. That is why you must die. I told mother you would never come over to our side," she says. "I am sorry. Who are you?" I ask her. She leans in close to me, smiling. "I am Jenny, daugh
Fallon POVSix months after my rescue, I finally made a full recovery. Umbra is dead, and most of her witches are. Libby and Crane have worked hard to restore peace to the supernatural community. They are doing great and are making great reapers. Their teenagers have become permanent members of our pack. Alpha Mayhem gave them jobs and educational resources while their parents did what was necessary to keep us safe. After Umbra's death it was baffling to the pack doctor why I was healing so slow. No one could figure it out and I guess it did not matter. I had my mother's magic and Mother Agnes's life force, but my body was slow to heal. Now I am able to walk and do things on my own again. I know this was hard on Ryan, but he took care of me. I sit on the porch sipping a cup of tea alone for a moment, watching the sunrise. It is relaxing to me to just be alone. I see my father coming my way in his human form. I know he usually runs at night with Charis, but he is coming alone. "How
My dreams come in waves every night, but they are more vivid tonight. I can feel another place, another world, a place where I belong, where I am not an outsider. I open my eyes and see lightning dash across the sky; maybe that is why my dreams are so vivid tonight. The storm is loud. It sounds as if the wind and rain are angry. Maybe it is.I look at the clock. The small clock blinks 333. The power must've gone out from the storms. The house feels a little warm. I guess I slept through the power outage. I slide to the side of the bed. I want to look out the window. Why? I have no idea. It is as if something or someone is calling to me. I have felt this way my entire life, like something is out there for me.I slide into my pink fuzzy house shoes and walk sleepily across the hardwood floor of my upstairs bedroom. I slide the sheer white curtain back and look into the night. It is beautiful and angry at the same time. I close my eyes and take a deep breath of the rain. The smell is swe
Fallon POVI left work a little after six. It was an early day for me. Dr. Braum usually keeps me until 7, but he let me go early tonight. Bruce offered to come by the house after he got off, but I brushed him off. Not tonight, Bruce. I have a date with a bubble bath, a book, and hot soup.I am looking forward to the stillness of the house. Nothing but quiet for me tonight. My family will only be gone for three days. I want to get as much peace as possible while they are gone. I prefer the quiet.Living with my parents and my brother is rowdy. I need moments of silence to listen to the world around me. The quiet isn't something my family appreciates. They like rowdiness and chattering. I prefer calm. I am so different from them. It is not only the hair color or my facial features. It is my personality and way of doing things. Sometimes I feel like my family life is a three ring circus.I park my car on the street. I usually sit here for a moment, but not tonight. Tonight I get out of
Fallon POVThe days go by quickly and slowly at the same time. I feel as if I am floating. Every day I move slowly, and time moves fast. I cannot stop thinking of them and why they are gone. Nothing in life seems fair right now. Everything is in a daze.The funeral, my extended family, and then time alone all seem to run together. My bitch aunt and her daughters try to bully me about every part of the funeral. Lucky for me, my father left detailed instructions about their last wishes. She had no say over anything I did for my family.Tad was the hard part for me. He was only and had15 no last wishes. So I followed my parent's wishes for him too. All three were given a small service and then cremated. My Aunt let it be known to everyone that she should have my mother's ashes. I am not separating my family. I want to keep their ashes together and with me."You are a selfish little bitch. I want my sister with me," My Aunt yells at me.My Aunt repeatedly caused a scene. She wanted everyo
Fallon POVShock doesn't even cover the way I feel. I am in shock, but somehow it all makes sense now. I never felt like I belonged here. Mom, Dad, and Tad have always loved me and treated me like I belonged, but I knew I was different. I guess I am different from them. Did Tad know? I wonder if this is what my mother wanted to talk to me about when she came home from her visit with my aunt."We should find them," Bruce says as I walk out of my dad's office. He is still my dad, no matter what the papers say. He raised me. I am a Presley, and nothing will change that.I stop and look at Bruce. "What do you mean?" I ask him. I know what he means, but I want to know why he thinks we should find them. What if they abandoned me and did not want to know me? I am sure there is a reason I was put up for adoption, and honestly, I don't think I can bear the reason right now.Bruce drops the papers he is holding on the desk and rushes to me. "We should find your parents, your family, and see wha
Fallon POVI walk down the stairs to Bruce. He is singing in my kitchen, and I believe he is cooking. I stop at the entrance to the kitchen and listen. I listen to the noise coming from the kitchen, the sounds of joy. Can I be joyful now? Is it wrong for me to be thinking about joy? I smile for the first time in days, and I feel guilty about it."Hey! I didn't mean to wake you. I am cooking. I guess that is obvious. I was planning to bring you breakfast when it was ready," Bruce stammers. He looks cute and sweet as he cooks breakfast for me."You didn't wake me," I respond. I go into the kitchen and sit at the family-sized table.A table for a family, but there is no family anymore. There might be a lost family. I want to find this other family, but I don't want to disrespect the family that raised me. There is a lot to think about today."I planned to bring breakfast for you, but since you are here, we can eat together," Bruce says. He suddenly realizes he has already said that. He i
Fallon POVI lay in bed, thinking about tomorrow. I am going to New Orleans to visit my uncles. I wonder if they missed me or if I matter at all. Does it really matter? I have a family. No, I had a family. None of the extended family ever wanted me. Now, I know why. They knew I was adopted. My being adopted is probably why Aunt Tricia and the evil spawns hated me so much. Who really cares what they think? NOT ME!Bruce helped me accomplish everything today. I dropped all the paperwork off at the lawyer's office and the bank. The bank gave me a new card for the family bank account. There is so much to do when someone dies. You have to erase their existence. At least, that is what it felt like to me. I felt like I was taking their names off their belongings and adding mine. It hurt me to the core.I wasn't expecting everything to be taken care of so easily, but Dave, my dad's lawyer, made it easy. I have a few weeks before I turn 18, but thanks to Dave everything is going into my name w