LYRA Abigale sits beside me and fidgets nervously in her seat.  “Your brother is okay with it,” she says frantically.   Laying my hand on top of hers I guess her a little squeeze.  “Whatever it is, I am sure we will be fine with it too.” Taking in a deep breath and holding it for a moment, Abigale breathes out slowly.  “Annie and I are not actual sisters,” she begins.  “she is my stepsister.” “Of course,” I smile brightly.  “If she were a werewolf her hearing would have repaired itself.”  Abigale watches me carefully as I piece together her family tree.  “You said that your stepmother wanted to teach you both about all of the magical creatures that live in this world?”  “Supernatural beings,” Abigale corrects.  “Yes.” “They are witches!&rd

LYRA The smell of cinnamon and apples fills the pack house.  Abigale and I have been baking all day preparing for Chase and Annie to visit for an early Christmas celebration.  My overly round belly is covered in flour because it keeps getting in the way.  Every time I turn around I am knocking something over with my baby bump.  Abigale has given up trying to clean up after me.   I have been on my feet all day and my ankles are killing me.  Looking down I can see that they are twice their normal size.  My stomach is cramping, and it is becoming difficult to breathe.  Abigale has tried to get me to sit down several times, but I really want to help.  It is my first Christmas celebration with my mates and my brother, I want to do as much of the work as I possibly can.   Bracing my hands against my back, I lean backwards trying to stretch my tight belly, but nothing seems to alleviate the pressure.  Deciding t

ELLA Checking my reflection in the mirror, I turn from side to side making sure that none of my ‘important parts’ are hanging out, as Gramps Walter likes to say. Carefully I check my makeup, avoiding my own emerald gaze in the mirror. Since I ran from my family in the Appalachian Mountains I haven’t been able to look myself in the eyes. These are the same eyes that belong to one of my fathers. A constant reminder that I am not the daughter they planned for me to be. My birth was foreseen, my powers were foreseen, and yet here I stand an ordinary werewolf. The color of my wolf’s fur should have been enough to serve as passage into the magical world of witches. But unlike any Silver Wolf that has come before me I am powerless. Practicing a fake smile for the mirror I don’t miss how my smile no longer meets my eyes, but lucky for me the bar patrons are always too drunk to notice or even care. I chuckle a little bit at my reflection, Gramps is going to throw a fit tonight. I h

Hello, my lovely readers. I just wanted to pop in with an update.  I know that many of you are waiting to see what happens next with Ella and I am just as eager to tell you.  I am just waiting for the okay to post here or maybe it will be loaded in a separate book.  I will update as soon as I know, I promise.  Thanks to everyone that read Fated to the Enemy.  It has always been a dream of mine to put what is in my imagination on paper for people to read.  Thank you all for making my dreams come true.