Emerald couldn’t believe that she had stooped so low. How could she have been willing to turn to the dark arts to get what she wanted? It was something that she had never done before and something that she’d promised herself never to do. She sat in her office at her desk and contemplated her actions. She leaned onto her desk, resting on her elbows with her hands in the shape of a steeple, leaning her forehead on them. “What have I done,” she whispered to herself, “what have I become.” Emerald had never been a vengeful person. Yes, she’d kept tabs on Leah, but that was only intended to keep abreast as to how her powers were progressing. She’d never meant her any harm, but she also couldn’t allow her powers to become too strong. She needed both Abigail and Leah to be on equal footing. One should never be stronger than the other, should this happen then things could spiral out of control. Abigail entered the room and asked her mother if everything was ok. She’d never seen her look s

Leah lay on her stomach on her bed. Her legs were bent at the knees and she slowly moved them up and down. Her grimoire lay open in front of her and her pens were spread out on the bed above it, as she wrote in her grimoire and adorned it with sigils and drawings. This was one of Leah’s happiest things to do and she spent a lot of time adding items to her grimoire. She hoped that it would one day be as full as her mom’s was. Leah was busy concentrating on an intricate drawing when her mom appeared at her door. “What are you up to?” Asked her mom, even though she knew what Leah was busy doing. “I’m working on my grimoire, Mom. I just love filling up the pages with spells and all things witchy.” Leah had a smile on her face that could light up a room. Amber loved the fact that Leah was spending so much time with her grimoire as it would one day become an extension of her, holding much power and guidance. “I’m happy to see that you are spending time bonding with your grimoire, but w

Abigail sat at her desk, deep in thought as she wrote in her grimoire. Notes of all of her experiences since becoming a fully-fledged witch. Each training session was carefully jotted down. Without meaning to, she started thinking about the girl in the scrying bowl. The girl who looked just like her, but for subtle differences. Green eyes instead of blue, straight hair instead of her wavy locks. She knew deep down in her heart that the girl staring back at her wasn’t herself, but how could that be? Her mother had assured her that it was her. But had she lied? Was she perhaps covering up something? Abigail closed her eyes, trying to make sense of it all. Coming up short. She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn’t even notice the papers swirling above her grimoire. Without knowing it she had used her powers and caused her papers to rise up from her desk. Her powers were growing stronger by the day now and she was alarmed to see the floating papers when she opened up her

Caleb had learned much from Seth. His lessons were invaluable and rigorous. They had spent much time sparing in both their human and wolf forms.When it came time for Seth to leave, he promised to be there for Caleb, should he have any more questions or need further assistance with his training. Caleb trusted Seth and remembered his warning to be hyper-aware of any other wolves prowling around him. One of his training sessions taught him how to sense the smell of another wolf, so he was aware of what to look out for.Caleb was sad to see Seth go, and Leah could tell as they walked together to their shift at the store.“Seth has been so helpful and vital to my learning about being a wolf,” mentioned Caleb, as he looked down as they walked. “I’m almost afraid to walk this walk alone.”“You’ll be fine. Just remember all that he has taught you and everything else will come naturally.” Leah was trying her best to cheer Caleb up but knew that he still had doubts about his ability to go thi

Leah’s concern for Caleb grew by the day. Knowing that he was in danger almost killed her. If only she could find a way of protecting him. Some sort of spell to keep him safe. Leah spent hours pouring over her and her mom’s grimoires, looking for answers. “Is there something more that I can do for Caleb?” She asked her mom as she joined her at the dining room table. “There is surely some sort of spell that we can use for protection.” Amber agreed with Leah and immediately pulled out the special grimoire, the one from the cabinet. Unbeknownst to Leah, Amber had also been searching for some way of protecting both her and Caleb. Leah’s eyes shone in wonderment when she saw the open grimoire. It was even more magnificent than she thought it would be. She could feel the power thrumming through the pages as her mother paged one after the next. Leah would have given anything to just touch it, but she had been warned by her mom and she would never go against her wishes. “I might have fou