DRAFT

Chapter 1 ♤ Back to Reality

Andrea

Closing my journal to whom I speak every teary night writing my thoughts to which I will never have the comfort of sharing to any living soul. All I have is my cat Lulu and my shack of a house that has been my home for the past year.

I have done many jobs to survive in this weird world of humans. Who stare into my soul and behave as if they are wronged by the very gods they pray just to ask endless amount of questions to desirable quantities of wishes.
I still hear voices every time I pass the  ocean on my way to work as a librarian at the corner store.
I still remember the day this started which was on my 19th birthday and the very reason I escaped.

The Veilla witches call these voices their curse and the reason why they remain isolated from the world of men. They produce their bloodline by challenging fate and going out once a new moon every year. Men are only needed for their seed according to the law of the clan. Nobody ever defies these no matter how far you are from the tree the roots still connects you. We are trained since birth to avoid these voices and maintain absolute control at all times.

Reading books and writing was always my escape route since my early years of sneaking romantic novels into spell books, fantasizing over hunks and dreaming of losing my self to a men who lost everything to have me. Life in my thoughts and my diary was more me than what people actually see on a daily basis. I'm more expressive in my words that never leave my lips.

Lost in my though I hear the door bell ring indicating somebody decided to visit the old library. I could taste the weird sense of flavour in the air the strange smell of a wolf I presume. Upon losing 80% of my powers after leaving my hometown I still have some powers up my sleeve. After a few minutes I saw a blue eyed  men around early 30's walking to the history section. As the sent grew stronger I realised he was a werewolf and a very powerful one judging by his aura. This was bad news as I haven't sighted any mystical creatures in this town for nearly 8 months.

Was he after me or on a hunt for power. This is bad news Andrea I could sense my inner witch trying to channel the invisibility spell.
Werewolves are bad like really bad it's not like those romantic novels of mate bond and shit. They will kill you without a thought and than consult the moon goddess if that was their mate. The ironic part is that this one actually reads which makes him a boiling hot pot of inflicted torture upon witches.

As soon as I stepped down from the ladder after sighting the fur ball, I ran to the back door entrance. ( yup I climbed up a freaking ladder to see him because I can't fly for obvious reasons and I'm hella short)
I saw the owner near his car and I ran to him and made an excuse of not feeling well. 'Oh don't worry beautiful take care of yourself I'll take care of the library', said Mr Camron.

I ran to the nearby store to buy some groceries just in case I had to run from this town. I was glad I didn't use the invisibility spell as it drains all my energy making me powerless for a few days. As soon as I reached home I'm greeted by Lulu who seemed to sense my distress. I began sobbing uncontrollably knowing that my time in this town was coming to a end. I felt a sting in my back marking another scar.