Tonight is my initiation ceremony. Pop music played from my headphones as I sat in my ottoman, tapping my feet to the beat. Pixies, adorable little things, worked on my hair after I had told them to do whatever they wanted with it. Dressed in a white dress with the four wiccan district color stripes on the sleeves, I wore the cute flats Uncle Al bought me. The skies were alive with lightning that promised a downpour. By the time I stepped out, there was the smell of rain and the breeze flew cold against my skin. It did nothing to ease the disturbance in my chest. Commander Turner, my newly appointed guard, gave me a small approving smile and opened the door of the carriage for me. The carriage followed the train of carriages and people that made for the tower then it took a different route to another entrance. A bit nervous, I hurried in as witches worked about putting things into place and giving ever

           “This is your first time leaving Arth in years. Don’t cause any trouble,” Morgan reminded. “Get the demon and pop right back into Arth.” We communicated through the poppy flower. Morgan was recently out on Earth on a confidential mission appointed by the head of the Green Wiccan district. “Got it.” I armed myself with weapons, feeling a bit nervous. “Oh and be careful with my workspace. There are potions I’m still working on.”I nodded at his words and shrugged on the strap of my bag. After zipping up my boots, I stretched my legs enjoying how sexy it made me feel. I was ready to leave. I became what Father wanted; a perfect little girl, passive, gentle and sweet. Six years passed since that night and I trained tirelessly, learning my power and growing stronger. Strong enough

25.His thumb brushed over my lower lip and I hear his breath hitch. Heat rose from my stomach to my chest and my heart definitely skipped a beat as Reed’s lips were closing in. His tongue slipped into my mouth, gentle but demanding, as every inch of my body dissolved into his. He made a throaty sound, half moan, half growl that weakened my core. My fingers girpped his braided hair, pulling him closer. The bed creaked beneath us. The weight of his body on top of mine is extraordinary. I feel him—all of him—pressed against me, and I inhale his shaving cream, his shampoo, and that extra scent that’s just… him. The most delicious smell I could ever imagine. I wanted him. I want him. Unlocking his lips from mine, Reed pulled me further up on the duvet solely to immerse himself in another kiss a second later. His hands explored my skin with a mind of its own. Insane. This was insane and I was mad for letting this happen. I should be logical about this but I have never wanted something mor

“Me?” I pointed at myself then glanced to my Uncle. “Or him?”“What did I do this time?” Uncle Al sighed and closed his nail polish. In the space of the meeting, he had polished and painted his nails with a nude colour. “I meant you, Phoebe.”“Oh!” I leaned towards him, tapping my fingers on the table. A slight headache began to form. It felt like my heart was pounding hard in my head. “Did I do something wrong?”“You,” He began, his gaze piercing for truth. “What happened that night you went on a hunt?”“It’s just as I told you. I drank the wrong potion. After sending the demon back to hell, I got exhausted and stayed at an hotel for the night. With little strength I recovered, I got myself to a library and teleported back here.” I paused for effect, hoping he wouldn’t pry further. “Don’t tell me you think I met a werewolf because that is just absurd. I have not seen one since… Westfalls.”“I hope you are telling the truth.”“And I wish you would trust me. Can I go now?”He nodded

“You told me to make myself useful and I am. When I asked him for help, he insulted me!”I tried to defend myself after he made me follow him into his office. But I don’t know which was scarier; the fact he is not yelling at me or the fact he might actually be listening to me. My heart thumped hard against my ribs as I struggled to explain. “Tell me, what was it you wanted to discuss with him?”I began to explain the Satyr Transport System and the unfair treatment of the satyrs. “They have passed forward their complaints through the ordered process and nothing is being done. No investigation took place regarding what or who is killing the satyrs. It doesn’t make any sense. Who would kill satyrs and for transporting Freeborns from Earth to Arth? Only a dozen satyrs are alive and still working the system. What’s not to say they won’t turn against the witches and side with the werewolves?”His eyes darkened at the last statement. He leaned forward in his seat, rubbing his chin. “Also,