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RobinI remember the first time I set foot on Henderson Supernatural Academy. The acceptance letter had been shocking because I didn’t even know I was capable of magic! They claimed they had done some digging and called me the Red Moon Witch, a powerful witch of legend who would one day bring all covens together.When I spoke to my Grandmother, or Abuela as I called her, she said that they were right. I did have magic. Magic ran in our family, but I was a late bloomer. Whether I was the Red Moon Witch was not something she could say.She encouraged me to go to the school and accept the offer. I did. Soon after joining, I was able to harness my magic for the first time, and it was the strangest thing! For so long, I thought I was a typical mortal, but not.Magic seemed to come to me easily—more easily than I ever thought it would. I truly never thought it would come to me this easily.Some of the other students weren’t very accepting, viewing me as a try-hard. When I met my best friend

Robin“Why don’t you join me for dinner?” he asked after the two of us talked for a bit longer that night. “And if you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I’ll be as transparent as you’ve been with me. It’s the least I can do.”"Are you married or involved with anyone?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt.How I managed to get this question out without turning as red as a tomato was truly astounding right now.He chuckled. "No. I am simply trying to get my family off my back by providing them with an heir. They are insistent on setting me up, deeming that I am getting to be too old to be single, so I think a baby will get them off my back."Curiosity burned in my chest. "And you? How old are you?"He smiled. “I’m 38.”He was much older than I was, something I wasn’t that shocked by. It was expected that he was older than me, but it made me feel so young.Now I was nervous about telling him that I was younger, because what if he held it against me?He had to have seen my applic

RobinThe next day I decided to go see my grandmother. It had been awhile since the two of us saw each other. Not because I didn’t want to see her, but because school kept me busy.We spoke on the phone a lot so that was pretty good. But it wasn’t the same as seeing her in person.I walked into the room and smiled. Abuela didn’t waste any time in telling me what she was really thinking.“You look tired.”I sighed. “You always say that.”“Because it’s always true. You work too hard.”I sighed again. “I promise that I’m okay.”The look on Abuela’s face was unreadable.“You worry over me too much.”“Abuela—”“What happens is going to happen, Mija. I think you should accept that.”My throat tightened. “But I can do something. I am doing something.”Her dark eyes softened. “Ay, Robin. You’ve always had such a big heart. But this is life, mija. We do not control it.”“I’m going to get you some great treatment,” I promised my grandmother.Abuela sighed. “You are so stubborn. Just like your m

Micah’s POVI found Reggie holed up in one of the old warehouses near the river—the kind of place we used for drops, stashes, and the occasional "conversation" with enemies who didn’t make it back out.He didn’t look surprised to see me.“Micah,” he said, voice rough like gravel. “Didn’t think they’d send you.”“I didn’t want to come,” I admitted, folding my arms. “But you left me no choice.”His jaw flexed, and his fingers curled at his sides. “I didn’t betray the family. I just… I needed out.”“We all need out, Reggie. Doesn’t mean we get to screw over the ones who took us in.”Something flashed in his eyes—guilt, maybe. Or maybe he was just waiting for the right moment to strike.He found it.Faster than I expected, Reggie lunged at me, catching me with a punch to the ribs. I staggered back a step, but only a step.“You really want to do this?” I growled.“You should’ve let me run!” he barked.I dodged his next punch and cracked him hard across the jaw with my elbow. The sickening

Micah’s POVThat night, after dropping her off at her dorm, I went back home and prepared help my family out with a job. The job was simple. All I had to do was shake someone down.But the guy I was fighting was a strong opponent. He didn’t want to be taken back to my father who would kill him.He nearly knocked me over, but I jumped back to my feet. I saw a chance, attacking the man and fighting back with every fiber of my being.The man stumbled once. Then I aimed another punch at him. He stumbled again, finally hitting the ground. I didn’t come out unscathed. When I looked in the mirror later that night, I realized that I had a few cuts and bruises on my face.Fuck.My werewolf healing was good, but these punches that I took to the face were pretty strong, so there was no getting rid of them until at least a day or too. All I could do was hope that no one was going to say anything.Chances are, non of my students were going to say a damn thing. They didn’t fucking care and were too