Piper and her mom have been on the run from her abusive father for years. No matter whey they hide, he always seems to find them.
When her mom takes Piper to the town she grew up, Piper meets family members, new classmates, and a mysterious boy who...
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I stay there in silence feeling Owen's breathing on my hands. The Djinn's words confuse me more.
"What do you mean my entity?" I whisper asking myself more than I am asking him. But he answers me anyway.
"You've become quite the witch for someone who hasn't even read about the studies of sorcery. Your father hasn't been able to find you all these years. Tell me, my young witch. Do you believe that it was your mother's magic that prevented you from being found?" He asked walking back and forth across the ward. I look back down on Owen's fur coat. My hands have stopped shaking. Despite the temperature outside, my hands feel warm. Probably because of all the blood covering them. Just that thought is enough to make me feel like I am going to puke.
"It was your magic that your mother honed to protect the both of you from your father. That notion alone was enough for your father to keep on the hunt. And your last... argument, we'll call it, proved to him even more that he needs your magic in order to reach the Highest Calling." He said, stopping movement when he finished his sentence. I don't know what the Highest Calling is but when he uttered those words, a chill ran up my spine as if my magic was responding.
"Enough! Leave now! You know that you cannot cross the ward, your threat and waiting is futile." Thomas yells across the way. I look back at the Djinn, my brows furrowing in agreement. The Djinn bows at us and smiles at me. His eyes seem to glow with humor and something sinister.
"Until we meet again, Young Witch. Get nice and strong. Your father would be grateful." The Djinn purrs. He bursts into flames, disappearing into the forest. The wolves linger for a few moments before running away. I release my breath and turn my attention back to Owen.
"Owen! Owen! Wake up!" I manage to stop the bleeding but Owen hasn't moved. I see Thomas run up to my side looking over Owen. My breath hitches and tears enter into my eyes. No. No. I am not supposed to cry until I defeat Thane. I can't. The tears fall down my cheeks.
Your mate can join you.
I have seem to hurt a young match.
Is Owen... is that why I feel... The tears start slowing now. I choke on my sobs not knowing why I feel so devastated. No. I know why. He is my mate. I don't even understand it all. But something deep inside me does.
"Owen, please." I mutter but Thomas has already taken maters into his own hands. He lifts Owen's heavy body over his shoulder and rushes inside. I follow after, my gaze blurry and dull. Jamie. Beau. Theo. They'll know what to do. They need to know about Owen. I watch as Thomas descends into the basement. He sets him on an old mattress that looks tattered and old stains on it. Old stains that look like blood.
"Piper! I need you to make him shift. We can't do anything when he is in this form!" I quickly rush up but I hesitate.
