Alice I wake up with a start, knowing a girl named Gloria has been murdered. I saw the entire scene in my dream. A two-legged werewolf, one with blazing eyes and snow-white fur, tore her to shreds. The creature in my vision wasn't from this world. Fear runs through my veins, yet I came to this town to put an end to this creature. Visions of this creature awakening won't leave me alone. At first, I only saw eyes staring back at me, but now the monster has slaughtered a werewolf, and I can no longer stay idle. I tiredly put on my clothes. I don't care about fashion and dress like Aerith from Final Fantasy on most days. I've always been kind at heart, and Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter is my idol—she wasn't afraid of being herself. She always smiled, and watching her gave me the strength to wear my floral patterned clothes and boots. Humming to myself, I walk out through my room at the hotel, almost crashing into the girl from the other day—Patricia.

PatriciaI'm walking through the forest together with Alice. I still can't believe Gloria was murdered by one of those creatures that aren't supposed to belong in our world. Shudders run down my spine. If I hadn't jumped into the river with Dior, we could have been the ones dying.To concentrate on something else, I open my mouth. "So tell me more about your calling as a witch. You're supposed to keep the balance in our world?"Alice smiles. She is much shorter than me, with a friendly face splashed with freckles. When she beams, dimples appear on either side of her mouth, telling me she often smiles."Yes." Alice glances up at the canopies above us, shivering a bit at the brisk wind blowing past us. "Witches are one with nature, and we usually respect every creature and accept them as part of the cycle, but these creatures that have been appearing in this town aren't normal.""Do you have any idea where they came from?""Possibly from anoth

PatriciaMy room is dark and silent, and my bed seems so inviting where it's waiting for me to tuck myself under the duvets.Smiling, I spit out toothpaste, then rinse the basin under running water while meeting my reflection in the mirror.There is finally some hope radiant in my eyes. I'm thrilled that Alice and I found an apartment already, and tomorrow the big showing will take place to see if it's something for us.With happiness bubbling up within me, I turn off the light and walk over to my bed. I can't wait for tomorrow to come and slip under the covers with sweet reveries of the future. A scent of detergent hits my nose, and I hum happily.I smile like a freaking fool in the dark and hug my warm and cozy boyfriend, only to scream when I realize I don't fucking have one—who the hell is in my bed?!My arm stretches for the bedside lamp, and my eyes instantly get caught on a man covering his eyes with his hand. His lips are press

AliceMy skin is crawling, still upset from the nightmares I suffered tonight. Those red eyes of the monster werewolf wouldn't leave me alone. I tried to run from them, hide behind trees, but the creature was relentless, finding me wherever I went.A sliver of fear makes me shudder as I reach for my coffee cup. Hopefully, the lovely potion I brewed will help clear my head. The liquid is a venomous-looking purple.I twirl my hand around the cup with tired eyes, smiling at the scenery turning from early winter to summer. Flowers bloom, and ice flakes disappear in a flash. I've always been good at temporarily changing the seasons.I slurp some coffee. I'm sitting in the hotel's beautiful garden, relaxing until a shadow gets me jumping out of my skin. With my heart racing, I slowly turn around and find myself staring at the older version of Dior, watching me from across the garden.The man got thick shoulders and an even thicker beard. His body seems b

Alice My lungs stopped functioning the moment my mate turned around. Magic is oozing around him—I suspect he has taken some substance to veil his true identity from the others. But I specialize in potions and could see through this type of magic from a mile away. Besides, there is no escaping from the mate-bond once you face your special someone. I wet my lips while my mate absorbs me from his imposing height. He is tall, and I'm suddenly speechless. He is handsome. His warm skin tone stands out against the pale color of most people this time of the year, me included. I'm embarrassingly porcelain, while my mate is a rich bronze with eyes so deep I could drown in them. He isn't entirely flawless, though. His nose is slightly crooked, and his face lacks any sign of human emotions, but in my opinion, it gives him character. This man is a mystery, and I wish to solve it—if only I weren't so nervous around him! When I don't utter a word, my