Chapter 13

　　Damon

　　After the old witch leaves, I sit in my room for an hour pondering her last words, what did she mean? Why would Carlisle be turned against me? And why had I never heard about the prophecy she mentioned before?

　　It all seemed so strange. I had to get myself to snap out of it because the longer I waited, the less time I had for the map to direct me to where my mate was and although the witch had told me my blood could still revive it, I didn’t want to take chances in case it doesn’t work.

　　My sister walks in as I prepare to go get my men so we can start the journey. Slowing down her steps as she sees that I am getting up, Arabella smiles sadly at me,

　　“Hey, are you okay? Was the witch able to help?”

　　Smiling, I ruffle her hair to get her reaction and as usual her growl makes me smile and gives the desired effect of lifting my moods a little.

　　“I’m alright Bells. The witch helped. I was just going to get my men so we can set out, we don’t have much time, the more time we wa