LOGINOur daughter toddles forward towards me on unsteady legs, arms stretched out. My heart sings and the smile that beams on my face brightens. Each step she takes is wobbly, definitely uncertain but determined.Raiden's breath leaves him in a surprised exhale. His hand flies to his chest, fingers diggi
Amelia's povSunlight curls lazily through wide windows, warming the floors and casting its rays on the low coffee table before me.I am on the floor seated with my back against the couch, legs folded beneath me and with a stack of books spread out in front of me, on the table and on the floor. Parc
Amelia's povHer blood is warm as I slash through her skin, over and over as she bleeds. Blood splatters on my face and crimson chokes out of her mouth as she watches me with shock in her eyes.I don't think she expected me to kill her. I don't think anyone did. Not even me.Alwina's eyes, the very
Alwina's povThe forest seem to have gone completely still the second her words let out of her mouth.My mother body lies between us, her blood soaking into the dirt. My vision blurs red with hot anger and I shift back, bones cracking, fur retreating until I am standing in my own two feet again and
Alwina's povAs I feel the crack of mom's spell push out of me, I looked up at the sky from the mere shocking force of it. The spell breaking meant only one thing. Something was wrong.Everything had gone wrong.Everything should've been mine. It should've been easy. She did not deserve it. I deserv
Raiden's povThat roar rips through the clearing like an arrow slicing through air. Raw. Furious and powerful.My blood turns to fire as I snap my eyes back down to the girl who's stiff and eyes clouded. Her once trembling act cracking right in front of me.Then she looks directly at me, her eyes no
Raiden's povI watch my mom in her most dominant form as her aura pulsed through the room. The sun had just began its descent behind the distant trees when the last of the witches was dragged into the park house. Pickett's parents.It was a place a little far from our home where we would have our pa
Pickett's povShe said nothing at first, just twisted her lips into a smirk as her eyes darkened in an usual way. She seemed different, more emotionless. Cold."What are you doing here!" I snapped again, glaring at her standing in my doorway. She came uninvited and to walk into my home without a car
Amelia's povI swipe down my palm nervously down the material of my yellow dress. The clothes feel foreign. Even though I've worn them for years they suddenly feel like they're not mine."Are you sure you want to go down for breakfast?" Raiden asked as his palm press gently to the middle of my back.
Amelia's povA cold chill runs down my spine and as if on instinct my body shifts closer to Raiden's, my hand tightening in his. My heart slams against the bone of my chest, thumping loudly I could hear it in my ears."That's impossible," Raiden hisses, pulling me even closer until I swore a little







