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❝ She was filled with poison but blessed with beauty and rage ❞
When young and powerful Makena George returns home to New Orleans to help an old friend s...
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A/n- I'm trying a new layout as you can probably tell and i'm also switching to first person to see how that goes. Hope you enjoy! (I've gone back and made all the layout the same so new readers won't notice haha)
☾ Kenna's POV
I couldn't bare to make eye contact with Hayley, her brown eyes bore into my soul and it was intimidating as hell.
The silence was beginning to consume me, what could I say to make this better? Yes, I'm actually a werewolf-witch hybrid who also happens to be your long lost cousin... surprise!
I understand why she's upset and it's completely plausible. She had no family growing up, never knew who her parents were, where she came from. Yet here I was, the family member she longed for, parading around the French quarter right under her nose to her complete oblivion.
"Did I interrupt something girls?" Elijah cleared his throat from his seat in the back of the car, to my relief he looked much better now the fever had broken.
I simply shook my head in response to Elijah, earning a small chuckle from Hayley.
"Not at all seeing Kenna hasn't said a single word since we got in this car." She shook her head in disbelief at my lack of explanation to which I maintained my eyes on the road.
"Look, I'm sorry I kept this from you Hayley." I finally spoke, barely cutting through the thick tension between us.
The brunette wolf swivelled in her chair to face me, "So we're related..." She pursed her lips together, "how?" her voice filled curiosity.
"Well," I paused as I pulled into the Mikaelson drive way, "from what Marcel told me our mothers were sisters which makes us cousins." I confessed, shooting Hayley a small half small which she slowly returned.
Her eyes sparkled slightly, I couldn't tell if it was happiness or hurt.
She pulled me tightly into a hug, "I wish you had just told me Kenna." She frowned, pulling away from the embrace.
Elijah leans forward from the back seat, "Makena, how long have you been turning alone?" He queried.
I tried not to think about the full moon which was fast approaching, I'm terrified.
"I haven't," I blurted.
Hayley's face contorted with confusion slightly, probing me to elaborate, "The witch I killed on my first night back? She was my first murder."
