Nyah was a bitch. She was overly sarcastic, ruthless, careless, heartless...evil. She doesn't care about no one, but..oh did I mention she was basically sinister? Nonetheless she cared for no one, but the best and only good quality about her was tha...
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I was tired but I had been sleeping on and off for about thirty hours and I needed to get out of bed. All Nyah has been doing was licking me all over the place like a giant cat.
She'd be pissed if she knew I was calling her a cat.
Something stranger than usual did happen with our babies. The girl, she didn't have wings but she then shifted into a tiny werewolf and haven't changed back.
My sons have pointed ears like me and Chepi. They have little wings, their tiny toes.
I'm not sure why our daughter shifted, this gene pool is all over the place.
I looked at Nyah as I closed the bedroom door, she was still a werewolf but she was scooting the kids closer to her and Chepi was sleeping but climbing on her side to lie down more.
I have no idea where Shadow was.
I checked on everyone as I always do. I was sore but it felt good to move around. So, I made breakfast for Alice, her mother. I hope she likes honey milk, sugar and a cup of blood that I took from Nyah hiding spot.
She hides food she catches because Chepi acts like she starved.
"Alice? Mrs. Alice?" I said opening the door barley holding the tray. "I brought you some food, it's been a long two almost three days.
She wasn't in the bed, I didn't see her anywhere until I heard her voice.
"You are not were?" She said but I didn't see her anywhere
"No, I am a fae witch." I laughed, but I was scared and I knew my hair was white as ice.
"A what?" She came out of the shadows how Nyah does, which scares the fae dust out of me.
Literally I jumped and dropped the tray and fae dust came out of my hands. I stood there shaking as she walked closed from the bed.
"Shoot," I said looking down at the spilled sugar.
Knowing I have no choice but to pick it up and and count them. I hate this part of being fae. I don't know why, but I have to do this. I dropped down to my knees as she stood there.
"One, two, three, four, five, six.." I began counting.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"I have to count the sugars. Ten, eleven, twelve..."
"Why? Where is Nyah? Where did you meet Nyah, my daughter? Why would I eat sugar? What is wrong with you? Stand up." She snatched me by my arm scratching me.
