Chapter Two: Edira

Edira's Pov

My name is Edira Vatroslava, and I am twenty-one years old and a hybrid.

Which means that I am a witch and part wolf. My mom's family comes from a solid and old, pure bloodline of witches who can manage the fire element. We can do other spells as well, but the fire element is our base ground.

My wolf's name is Aesira; she has red fur and is really fucking cool.

Since I am a hybrid, she came through to me the first time I turned fifteen. Typically, your inner wolf would contact you around your tenth birthday.

We did our first shapeshift around my 18th birthday, which was more painful than it would be for a full-breaded werewolf. It took me a few months to perfect the shifting, but it was worth the pain.

 

My mom, Juliana, was shot in a cold-blooded murder when I was seven.

A big witch hunt occurred fourteen years ago, where most witches were ordered to be shot on sight by the big five Alphas and the vampire king.

 

Mom and I ran through the forest by Marise's pack border, followed by vampire hunters sent out by the vampire king, Orobas.

My mom hid me in a small cave a mile from Marise's pack border, then ran off. But she never returned to get me. I wandered around, looking for her after an eternity of waiting.

Sadly I found my mom in a pile of blood. She was dead, and I was terrified. I fell to my knees and tried to wake her up with tears running down my face, crying.

Marise had heard my cries, and she ran up to me and took me with her back to her family.

 

She told her parents what she saw in the forest, and her mom, Ana, convinced her father that she would live with them now. Later in life, Ana told me that she had a dream a week before Marise brought me to them, and in that dream, a woman said to her that a child would come and she needed protection.

 

I never knew my father. He left my mom before she even knew she was pregnant.

She believed that he found his one true mate and then forgot about her. Mom never spoke of him, so I never knew who he was or what he looked like.

 

My grandma was furious when my mom told her about being pregnant, especially since she had been with a "dirty dog."

She told my mom that she was now a disgrace to her own kind and wanted me to be aborted or my mom to leave and never return. 

She was banished from her family if she decided to go through and birth me.

Mom chose me and never looked back.

God, my grandma really sounds like a bitter b*tch!

So, I practically grew up with Marise and her mom since her dad was murdered twelve years ago. It was good the first years.

But then Orfeo happened, and it all came crashing down on us.

It was a super hard time for all of us, significantly since I couldn't interfere without hurting Marise in the process.

Fuck, how I hated his disgusting behavior, and I hated his family too.

They are power-hungry, selfish, and disgusting people.

They should not be in control and rule over a pack; they don't have the right qualities to do so.

Marise and I went to school here on the pack grounds. Since we had a huge pack, we could manage our own education. Werewolves' style. This Orfeo made to his advantage, and he would hang around the school ground and wait for Marise most of the day we were in school.

I can't believe his family could let him behave this way.

Everyone talked behind their backs about how he acted with her.

A lot of the girls were even jealous. It's Disgusting!

I didn't have any friends except for Marise, no one wanted to be friends with the hybrid, and when Orfeo's obsession escalated, I was considerably left alone. He never wanted me around Marise because he saw that I affected her well. So, I took the time to study and practice my magic, casting spells and brewing potions. I had a hideout in the cave my mom hid me in as a child, where I spent much time doing this. 

I returned to that cave when I was thirteen, and when I did, I found a spellbook with my family heirloom engraved to it. It appeared in front of me out of nothing, and I could feel closer to my mom when it did. She must have known and hidden it there with magic, and I was the only one it would be shown to. I was a natural, and I learned a lot of cool spells.

The night when Orfeo forced marked Marise was the breaking point for us.

Ana and I started planning for me and Marise to escape and leave the pack to save Marise. If we didn't go before Marise's 18th birthday and Orfeo marked her again, she would be forced to stay with him against her free will. She would be tied to him. Forever. We could not let that happen to her.