64 - Magic

My mother was a powerful magic user in the Pack. When I’m feeling cynical, I wonder if my Dad really loved her, or if he loved the power of having her as his Luna.

I don’t really remember her, except that she had dark hair like me and Bella, but blue eyes. Blue as a delicate cornflower on a summer’s day. She smelt like strawberries and ice cream and had a hug that could wrap up both her twins tightly.

I don’t really remember the years either side of her death, it’s like my memories have captured her from when I was younger. When I was younger than my boys are now. I remember her, as a toddler remembers their Mumma, always soft and loving.

She was always ready with a smile. Yet even now I can see the depth in her gaze, the far off look that was often focused on something beyond what I understood. It was magic that killed her. Or rather, Rogue’s who were employed by my Father’s rival pack the Bloodied Horizon. They don’t exist any longer.

Rogue’s took up a bounty to take out the So