Elina I wake up Monday a bit annoyed that I must go to school today. I spent the weekend after that horrible date, trying new locator spells to find Aunt Kat, but I still have no luck. I want to find her before his birthday party this weekend because maybe then... “Right, he’ll thank me for finding his mother and run off into the sunset with me.: I roll my eyes at my ridiculous thoughts. I should just find his mother because of who she was to me without ulterior motives. “Time to wake to pumpkin,” Dad knocks and calls from the door. “I’m up, dad! Seriously why do you and mom still think you have to wake me up for school? I am not a baby anymore.’ I snap at him, but I know I’m just taking out my frustration with Xavier on him. Dad opens the door and pops his head in, and smiles. I already told him I say Xavier at the movies, so he knows why I’m acting like this. “It’ll be okay, sweetie. I’m sure you two will.” “Dad, I don’t want to talk

Elina We arrive at Iris's house fifteen minutes later. Iris and Raina moved here together when I was in the 7th grade. They moved here alone. Raina, the older sister who worked and provided for her younger sibling. Iris said their parents died in a fire when she was ten and Raina was seventeen. They really don't like to go into the details about their parents' death so that little is all I know. Raina is the town herbalist and also owns a flower and coffee combination shop in town. “Are you sure we aren’t bothering her.?” I ask as we slip out of the car. “Why would be a bother?” I jump a little surprised at hearing Raina’s voice behind me. I turn around to face her, and sure enough, she approaches us with a bright smile on her face and a basket full of flowers. She’s always in their garden whenever I come over. “You look better, child. How have your dreams been?” “Incubus free thanks to you.” “That’s good enough for now; we still have

Noime walks up to her with the snake wrapped around her hands. Isolde knows she’s in trouble, even if her body isn’t here. Noime could kill her without much effort. “I need a doctor!” She shouts, finally deciding the truth; well, a half-truth would be better than a lie. “You’ve been watching my house for two months because you need a doctor? I’m not a doctor; I’m a vet, and since you’re a witch though you lack some skills, you look capable enough to heal yourself.” Isolde arteries tighten; it feels as if something is pulling blood from her body—blood bending? How? Pain rips through her as it continues, but her face is relaxed when she looks at Noime. “You can tell me the truth, or I’ll bleed you dry. I promise to make it as painful as possible.” She smiles at her, and the pressure in Isolde’s left hand increases. She screams in pain as her blood tries to force itself out of her body. “Why are you here?” Noime repeats as Isolde writhes in pain.  I

Elina Cassie and I are at lunch sans Iris; I’m sure she’s in a supply closet somewhere with Mr. Cole; we have been designing their little getaway, but it takes a lot of magical energy, so we have been building it little by little. For now, she is stuck in the broom closet; I chuckle at the thought as I shove a fry in my mouth and flip the page of the book I'm reading. “Hey!” Iris comes walking up to us with the biggest smile on her face, her hair a mess. “You should probably comb your hair after one of your bang sessions.” She laughs and takes a seat between us. “Have you seen that Afro? And I already told you we aren’t banging.” I frown, patting my big fluffy curls. “You expect me to believe a red-blooded wolf is just meeting you to make out?” “Well, he’s certainly kissing a lot of places.” She says, grabbing a fry. I roll my eye, pretending to gag. “Okay next topic...” “Hey.” The hairs on the back of my neck stand up

Xavier  As we get closer, that feeling of familiarity returns, and for some reason, I know where to go.  “We can enter from the left side.” We run towards the entrance, which is a tunnel that leads to the cellar sealed with an iron door. I’m sure I have never been here, but this doorway says differently. It feels like I’ve been here before sneaking in. I