Chapter 1, Anonymous POV

68 2 0
                                    

I've made it to the Hut, and now I have to follow orders. I've been trying to stall, but my mother will not tolerate this much longer. I need to do something, or she will have my skin for this. I don't think she knows that's I'm not on her side anymore, but I don't think the mortals or the other races will accept me. A son doesn't get to choose his mother, but still, all they see in me is the "witch's son". I hate it, but once they know I can help, they'll know I'm on their side.

So here I am, waiting for the humans to show weakness. They are constantly guarded by those elves or the werewolves. I guess times have changed, the races used to avoid each other at all times, but my mother is the reason for them to start reuniting. My own mother's even noticed it! She wants me to kill Rilee, which is no real problem. I've never been too fond of the werewolf king, always too "loose". Never serious, always dressed in those old rags, running and howling through the forest, waking up all the birds and squirrels.

But she also wants me to kidnap Brooks and bring him to her castle. Then, she'll draw them in to her, and finish them. She knows Mary Grace will come for him, and the others will follow. I hate that this is true, but I can't just say "Oh, I forgot to kidnap Brooks" to her. So I guess he will be "stronger than I thought", or "smarter than I thought". Maybe a little disappointment or punishment, but I'm her only son, she won't kill me or do anything bigger then a whip.

Anyway, the humans are finally alone, time to make my move. Then, I hear a noise, and I shuffle back into the bush. But someone has found me. I can hear their quick footsteps in the leaves, heading straight for my bush. I hold my breath as they near me, and close my eyes. As soon as I hear them pass my bush, I let out a breath, just as I feel rough hands pull me out.

Collapsing WallsWhere stories live. Discover now