Despite the long day ahead of me, I found it hard to sleep. I mean, who would have especially when someone told you that you’re a witch. And I was pretty sure that I didn’t mishear them because they repeatedly declared that I’m a witch. If Tyrelle didn’t have the initiative to pull me back, I feel like I would have stood there frozen. “Meow.” Come to think of it; I brought the cat home with me without even thinking it through. My mom and dad weren’t aware of the cat either since they were busy in the hospital that they had to work overtime.  The little black cat hopped on my pillow as if it sensed that I was troubled. 

My Killer Smile. As it turns out, it was a magical phenomenon. According to the doctor, because of the vast amount of magic that my bloodline has, my magic took it upon itself to make a defense mechanism to keep me safe. He told me that it was a common occurrence to people of my Opera’s bloodline because witches with high raw magic are hunted down during the old times. My killer smile was only my protection to keep me safe from danger. And according to him, the only way for me to remove my killer smile is for me to learn magic so it would deem me powerful enough that I would no longer need it. I managed to contact Tyrelle during lunch, and I told him everything that happened during his

“Julie?” I gasp when I see her at the place where I am supposed to meet with Doctor Kusher. We were on a private property where the witches live. The entirety of the land is enclosed in tall bamboo woods. We stood in front of a massive house. I hesitated to call it a house because it typically looks like a massive witch's home, complete with pointed roofs and square-framed windows. The wooden door at the front looks a little pointed and blends in with the stone material of the entire house because of its dark color. The area is wide, with a ton of greenery in sight. There's even a huge garden dome full of plants they were raising that I'm not sure what it's called. Then, my eyes moved to a meditation area on the far side of the house out of curiosity. It’s the firs

I was in a room and being pampered by Julie. She made me drink some sort of herbal tea that’s supposed to restore my energy and help me recover from the fatigue of using my magic. According to her, my first time using my magic had been used tremendously, which resulted in my headache. “What about Al? What happened to him?” I hand Julie the empty cup of tea that she made me drink. It’s disgusting, and I certainly have no desire to empty it. I had already consumed half of the contents in the cup. Julie didn’t seem to mind when she took the cup from me. “He’s in another room. Sleeping.” Julie must have read my mind by looking at my face. “He’s going to be fine.” “But I didn’t-” “I don’t know why you continue to associate with those supernaturals, but they are not good. You can never trust them.” She says. This time, I turn to Julie. I want to comfort her with a smile, but I can’t exactly do that at the moment. “Julie, can I ask you something?” I took her raised brow in question as

Once again, Al disappeared. Tyrelle and I have no idea where he went, but every night, he would leave a note on my bedside table that was too skin-crawling for me to even say out loud or even read. But, at least it’s an assurance that he is alive. It’s been over a month since Al’s absence, and with that, the attacks of the other packs have stopped. My witchly lessons continued, but at a very slow pace since none of the witches could really teach me how to use my type of magic. Mine and Tyrelle’s fake dating seems to continue and we would usually go on fake dates to further convince his father. We get along well, but somehow, I always have this guilty sort of feeling that whenever I am with Tyrelle, I somehow imagine Aelfric popping out of nowhere to ruin the date. He never did, but the night after hanging out with Tyrelle, he would write a three-page love letter, detailing how he planned to murder him once he was no longer busy. I know I should be concerned, but it is also a reli