Alfred's POV If I had imagined any kind of death since this brawl happened, Aaron was the very last person to think of. I saw blood splattered on the floor; they were all his. His body was incomplete, and his head was halfway across the room. It was an eyesore. I felt that there was more to it. I didn't know Noah to be a completely clumsy killer; if he had finally flipped that switch, then it had gotten worse. "Who do you think did this?" I asked Kale, and Lilian was on standby, waiting for orders. "This isn't like Noah, but if he was, then he watched someone do that to him." "He was actually here." I tilted my head, trying to understand as Alan entered the bedroom while Aron was murdered. "I'm afraid I do not understand what you are trying to tell me, brother." Alan was very good at puzzles and connecting the dots. It was one of his takeaways from working with the FBI for the longest time. There was nothing but peace knowing that he was here with me. These killings and turning

Alfred's POV I forgot just how much our emotions are heightened when we become werewolves. I had gotten used to everything; all I had to deal with was my bloodlust whenever the rage came in full force. I understood what Freda was going through, and I wanted her to grieve since it was going to take a toll as time passed. There was nothing I could do to ease the pain. I didn't want the rage and anger to push her to the wall, where she would become numb. It was bad enough as it was. I cuddled her throughout the night until she finally slept in the cold hours of dawn. When she was finally asleep, I strolled to the kitchen to fix myself a cup of coffee. I took the files Alan left for me on the desk in my study. I sat on the balcony upstairs, watching and reading those files again. I have had to ask myself so many questions about Freda's heritage. Why did her powers as a witch have to wait for the very last moment of her death before they bloomed? What triggered her powers? I remembered t

Freda's POV The whispers stopped for a while. I had to turn both sides to see who was whispering into my ears. It felt like the fair was happening all over again. It made me wonder just how many people were tagged witches just because the crowd didn't agree with them. It was what I didn't get, no matter how I tried to wrap my head around a homely feeling amongst these people something just flips the switch and it would all go to dust. After the speech during the wake of Aaron's funeral, few people came out to speak. I mostly saw him alone, he did things alone. I hardly saw him mingling with anyone it was difficult to accept that he knew all these people. Then I remembered that he has stayed here longer than I have. He was one of the few ones whose transitions turned out successful. Alfred had told me that it was difficult for people who were turned to come out alive. It was the world we live in. I saw the line in his neck, it was obvious that his head was stitched to his body. I

Freda's POV I stayed up all night worrying about how my clumsiness might lead to my death if I'm not careful. My newfound ability has left me dumbfounded. I didn't know it was necessary to keep them hidden or control them. Control was not one of my best strengths, especially when filled with rage. That rage might consume me; that was my fear. I wondered who else knew of the ability I had. Lillian, Alan? I was lost. There was this void inside me that was left uncared for. What was so special about me that you had to lose all those people? What did my mom feel about harnessing powers that probably ruined her? Did my Dad die because of her too? Did he know that his beloved was a witch? Is everything happening according to fate? I yanked my hair, groaning. I had to leave Alfred's room to stay in mine. I didn't need anyone breathing on my neck about my new-found ability. or how I need to protect anyone because we might not know who is posing a threat. These past few weeks have been one

Freda's POV He said he was coming to get me. I wore the red slit dress he got for me. I packed my strawberry blonde hair into a neat bun leaving some stands before my ears. I was not big on wearing makeup but I took the liberty of finding out what I looked like in mild makeup. Wearing red lipstick. It seemed I was more ready for the night. It was a dinner. As much as my heart was heavy and crying out in agony, I loved that this was happening. It would get to relieve me of some thoughts before I actually lose my mind. In the gift box, there was a smaller box that contained a necklace dressed in gold pearl, the same as the bracelet. I was successful in wearing a bracelet but five necklaces, not so much. As I struggled to put it in place. My room door was opened. I didn't turn to see who it was..it was clear that he had come to get me. I stared at him through the mirror as my hands hung around my shoulders, holding out the necklace. "You know, I have one terrific taste when it come