CHAPTER 7: AN OLD FRIEND AND A NEW FOE

Lizzie could still remember, as if it was just yesterday, how her grandmother would put her in her lap and tell her stories about humans becoming wolves, people who could conjure magic, and those who suck blood when the sun goes down.

Lizzie's grandmother told her every good and bad side of all the creatures existing together in this world.

She thought those were just bed stories. Nothing was real.

But it all changed when she accidentally set their kitchen on fire last week and summoned water to extinguish it. It was like an instinct. 

Things got odder when she was able to heal a butterfly. It was as if nothing happened after she mended its broken wing. It was like the butterfly was never hurt when it flew away.

She decided to keep it from her best friend until she confirmed her theory.

Lizzie found her grandmother's grimoire and studied it.