Chapter 13-Amara

I stayed in my room all day. I feel bad, I should be out there observing training, but I can't focus on anything except what Blair told me. I'm standing on my balcony, a glass of wine in hand-courtesy of Seth, the best big brother ever-trying to think of all the other supernatural creatures who wield black magic. I've never had any apparent interaction with any, certainly not a dragon. As far as I knew, they were endangered, and most lived in Michigan, Italy, or Switzerland. I've crossed paths with a demon or two, and then there were the vampires who attacked us, but again, never any interaction. Fae and Angels had light magic, so they weren't on my suspect list, and Angels never bothered with Earth; I've never even seen one in person. They were more of a mystery than the dragons.

The werewolf community was really only open to witches. They help us keep our lands healthy and fertile, and we offer them shelter. Most live for free in exchange for their magic, but most have shops in the