The Alpha King's Breeder
I hope.
I should close my eyes. I should pull inward and let what little powers I have control over flare, but instead, I watch. Moonrise has several covens, with three main covens that have real governing authority over the witch population in Moonrise and beyond. My mother is their queen, of course, but never claimed to belong to any of them, preferring to practice her magic in solitude… like me. As Firestones, we’re so different from the witches who draw their powers from the earth, water, and stars. It’s amazing to watch them work with the elements that call to them.
I find myself humming along with her, occasionally mouthing specific phrases of the spell we decided, together, to use for
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