One hundred and Eighty one

Luke

Isabella moved us to the edge of a cliff that overlooked a river. She said so the moon could be accessed faster. Turns out this evil place had a whole ecosystem, climate, everything. But everyone was either twisted or sick or crazy.

I was right at home, Cole wasn't. He was so uncomfortable I almost laughed. But he needed the power and training, and Isabella was the best witch I knew. The crazy blind lady. Couldn't teach anyone anything at that rate.

My father, the lycan king or Henry whatever, has been avoiding me throughout our journey to this cliff.

Anytime he met my gaze, he immediately looked away.

It was disappointing, really. You wait all your life to meet a man and that's what he does. Where was the king that made people tremble when they mentioned his name?

Or what he under an enchantment?

My eyes narrowed at Isabella who was setting up the slab while Cole studied her techniques with the baby in his arms. He's surprisingly good with the newborn. Normally they were