Lilith's POVDinner is on the grand dining room table that we have yet to use since I arrived here. It's all oak wood, high-backed chairs and big enough to seat at least twenty people, but we all congregate to one end to sit together. As Khai had stated, Tabby is here with Leo and a few other friends she made within her new pack. Fortunately, she found a way out of Damien's clutches when she found her mate, Leo. And due to him being high up, an Alpha at that, Damien reluctantly let her go on that fateful day he decided to hold a mating run.She has powers, much like any witch has, but hers are specific. She sees the future. Once upon a time, she had no control over her visions, but now, from my understanding, she can literally search for the future of anyone she decides. Leo promised her the world that night as he bent down on his knees at her feet, and I witnessed it all. I admit that I was jealous. She found her out and her mate in one fell swoop, yet I was stuck being Damian's

Theo's POV A week passes as Leo, and his friends help Lilith hone in some skills of gifts she didn't know she had and expand her use of the skills she already had knowledge about. Well, since her memories came back, that is. Her ability to manipulate fire, earth, water and air.I watch, mesmerised at her ability to manipulate all four at once. The yard became a dusty whirlwind of singed wood, water droplets and earth moving everywhere. She was throwing fire at one of Leo's acquaintances at one point. He was swallowing the flames with the earth and dispersing the cloud of smoke into the sky above us as if he were doing something ordinary.I guess I have never really thought about the broader societies and the gifts they may hold. I was naive in a gilded way because I knew that witches held gifts and even we werewolves. I presume vampires must as well, yet I had ignored the fact that they were this powerful. Having witches here with me, on my land for the first time, has shown me th

Lilith's POVThe room is dark and cold and smells of mildew. And despite my best efforts, Damian's hold on me remains firm and unbreakable."Leave us..." he states as the darkness takes one of my senses. This was my worst nightmare, the dark. The inability to see my surroundings and the fear attached to that... I find that my heart is already racing, and Abyss has recessed into the darkest depths of my mind. She is silent and loans no strength to help me to breathe.The panic rises in my body as the silence stretches out, and I'm sure it's a tactic. A way to make me fear the unknown future that I will be living in soon."Your emotions have always been so... potent," Damian breaks the silence as he pushes me. I free-fall, expecting to hit against something hard. Maybe my head or ribs, perhaps even my hip, but I bounce on a squeaky mattress that must be on top of the bed I used to sleep in."Light the room up, girl. I don't like the dark much..." Is he talking to me? Or is there so

Lilith's POV Day Two The room is... dark, my heart thumping to its own rhythm as my mind races with every creak and every drip, wondering to the worse possible conclusion. Despite using my own fire orbs to light the place, no natural light filters in. I am below ground, the earthy wet smell confirming as much. Unlike before, I'm all alone. No one is out there for me to mind-link with. No one is there to keep me company. I try not to panic, and I try to concentrate on the room in front of me. The trickling water falls down the walls from seemingly nowhere. The damp smell and wet air that I'm breathing in. The mould spores growing fuzzy on the walls living fruititiously off of the damp. There are gouged marks on the wall beside my face, marks a younger version of myself made when I was being punished in much the same way as I am now. But back then, I didn't know life could be different. Back then, this was all I knew. The darkness before the light, before Damian's happiness

Sixteen Years Ago Damian's POV My girl is two today, two years old and the cutest thing you would ever have imagined. Her little face is chubby at the cheeks, her lips are perfect, and her blonde hair falls in loose curls to her shoulders. She's the most perfect child one could wish for. When you look into her eyes, you wouldn't imagine she was merely a toddler. She's wise beyond her years, and her ability to communicate is beyond anything I could have imagined, but there lies the problem. I was going to allow her gifts to manifest after having a change of heart, of witnessing her save herself in that god-forsaken accident, but she is maturing too fast. Her ability to protect herself is a hindrance when I want to punish her, and her ability to have a tantrum and set alight the whole house has caused me to build three more. And now she can mind-link despite the fact she cannot talk fluently... I have to put a stop to her gifts. I must delay the inevitable, and that's wh