The night passes quickly as she walks from bar to bar and club to club with her sister and friends. After what seems like a hundred different places and twice as many drinks, her eyes glance to the clock. She wants to go home but telling Mel that will cause an argument and her sister will just insist she stays longer. It’s midnight; they’ve spent hours together. Willow glances around, Mel’s arm interlinked with hers.“I’m going to the toilet,” Willow lies, seeing an opportunity. Earlier on she had seen a back door next to the toilets, knowing she could go out that way just in case, and she can just text Mel later saying she’s gone home. Mel’s arm loosens from hers and Willow walks off. Getting to the toilets, she walks straight past the door, turns the corner and opens the back door onto a dark alleyway. She begins walking home, her body relaxing realising that she’ll soon be in her bed, warm and asleep.“Oliv

Alaric looks at her, unsure whether he should tell her. She sees his hesitation.“Either you can tell me, or I’ll ask Camille.”Alaric nods, taking a deep breath before he begins.“Yasmine was a powerful and amazing witch. This was before you were born, Willow. She was a Depraysie like you. The fact that we dated was frowned up; everyone warned me it would end in a war.”Willow nods, listening intently.“Anyway, a witch and werewolf falling in love isn’t good, especially not for vampires. They often use witches for their own gain so them being with a werewolf is dangerous to a vampire. Yasmine was turned; most witches lose their powers once they’re turned but she didn’t. She went to the witches to try to wipe them out.”“She-”“Just listen, Willow. Of course, the werewolves knew that I loved Yasmine. We couldn’t let her kill all the witches. Unfortunat

There’s a light knock that prompts her to walk to the door, opening it to discover Azalea holding a map and a small bead.“So I’ve been instructed to find out where the teddy is that this bead belongs to,” she says as she walks into the room. Willow nods, watching as the young girl clears the table, placing the map down and the bead on the map. She looks at Willow, waiting.“Well, any suggestions?”Willow laughs.“I just tried it myself Azalea, I’m sorry but I don’t think I’ll be able to help you. I didn’t say anything; I just saw where the person was.” She kneels down next to Azalea feeling guilty; she promised she’d help. Seeing as she can’t do that, she can at least sit with her. Her eyes flutter closed b

Stepping outside, she pulls her phone from her pocket and idly swipes around the screen while she waits.“You’re a fool.”Turning, she sees Camille with the other witches behind her.“It’s wrong, Willow, you and him together. It is wrong.”“Maybe it is, Camille, but I’ve already lived a lie for years, not knowing the truth. I won’t do it again.”“Is everything okay?” Alaric emerges from the door of the club and comes over, his arm wrapping around Willow, sensing her upset. He looks at Camille and the others, feeling Willow’s body tense up when images flash through her mind, pulling herself away from Alaric and marching up to Camille.“It wa

“So, what else do we need to talk about?”“So much, Willow, although you seem to know some things already. Like how the werewolves and witches agreed not to cause each other harm unless it’s in self-defence, and how a witch is never to use magic against a werewolf. We stay out of each other's worlds.” Willow nods and smiles.“That’s changing, Alaric, I don’t know how but it is. If we could get the witches, werewolves and vampires back together, the witches could help the Ceprimora walk during the day, rebuild that relationship from all those centuries ago, and control the Monventla.” She has accepted she is the one to do it, she just doesn’t yet know how.“It won’t be easy. Not all witches will be as accepting as Zander is. Some may even fight you on it.”Willow knows it will be a battle to get most witches to even listen. It will take a new magic on its own to make them realise