ARIA
If someone had told me I'd end up running for my life in the very place I'd started to call home, I would've called them a liar.
But here I was.
And no, it's not what you're thinking. No one hurt me. They'd been nothing but kind. My relationship with Lance and even Grandfather Patrick had grown stronger by the day. I was finally learning about my powers. The shaman said there was still so much I had to understand. Apparently, I was supposed to be a witch. That gene came from my mother, stacked on top of being a werewolf.
So yeah, spellcasting was supposed to be in my blood, too. But that could wait because I ran. The first chance I got.
The nightmares had gotten more vivid. More real. And if what Lance said was true, that my mother's dreams always came to pass whenever she had them, then the visions I kept having of Atlas and Kaiden weren't just bad dreams. They were warnings. Maybe even prophecies of things to come.
