Run

Mikaela's Point of View

Katharine woke before me, her fingers gripping my bicep with considerable strength. Worried blue eyes came into crystal view and I panicked, shooting up in my bed. What else could have gone wrong in the short amount of time I had been asleep? Katharine seemed in one piece, no bruises on her small body. Loosening a breath, I raised my eyebrows at her.

"What's wrong?" I asked urgently and gave her another once over. She had tied back her own hair into a messy ponytail. Curls fell into her eyes, but that didn't stop her from staring into my soul. Last night's events flashed in my mind. Katharine was more than likely a witch. Shoving away that thought as well, I listened.

"We need to leave. Adriaan wants to move on mommy and them. He wants to keep us here. He was never planning on exchanging us for her." She whispered harshly and stepped towards the window. The usual smell of fresh wolfsbane had died down considerably. It