Obsessed
They needed someone strong and black hearted.
My eyes fell on Alora, her skin was pure white, I moved closer to her, the only thing that showed life was Zemia’s mark. Her hair had lost color just as her skin had. The mark had drained her life. I could have sworn she was going to be okay if Zemia marked her but I was wrong, she is a Lycan after all but here she is lifeless.
“We don’t have much time!.” I told Rebecca.
“Aren’t you calling your witchey friend?!.” Rebecca asked.