Interesting.
I debate moving, but I’m not sure I want to leave Christian just yet. He needs me, even if he doesn’t know it. Thinking through my options, I decide to utilize a spell I learned at the covenstead.
I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and will power into my palm. Just a little bit, though.
It courses through my veins, electric wave after electric wave, and migrates into my hand. I reopen my eyes to see light emanating from my skin, bright white tinged with orange streaks.
Hovering the light over the book, I prepare myself to read the text.
Only to see the words have changed.
Where before there were typed letters detailing the various supernatural species, there’s now an unfamiliar scrawl.
February 12
Delaney refused to talk to me today. She walked in on me and Kyle kissing. I tried to apologize, to explain myself, but she didn’t want to hear it. I know she is jealous and misses them, but what am I to do? I’m their mate, and they’re mine. You can’t just ignore that. I’ll talk to her, get her to understand, apologize. I want to make things right.
Holy fuck.
Is this…?
It is.
Holy fuck.
This is Helena Craft’s diary.
What did Soraya say before? That Helena found this book enlightening? That must’ve been the secret.
Light.
Witch’s light.
Or maybe just my light, because I’m related to her by blood.
My heart hammers in my chest as I flick through the pages until I reach the beginning of the book. This entry is dated February 20—probably from the year before.
I settle in to read.
M keeps talking about marriage. He brought it up on Valentine’s Day, but I didn’t know how to respond. I love him. I do, but I’m not sure I’m ready for that. I’m still so young, and to be honest? I’m not sure if he’s my forever. I hate admitting that, but it’s the truth. We’ve been together for so long that I think we’ve fallen into a routine. And routines aren’t always good things.
M? Who the fuck is M? Obviously Helena’s boyfriend before she met my fathers.
I turn to the next entry.
Delaney is sneaking away to meet up with shifters. Mom and Dad are going to be pissed if they discover the truth. I guess I’ll just have to keep her secret.
I flip the page.
Delaney is in love. She hasn’t said it out loud, but it’s plain as day on her face. I can’t help but compare her relationship with the shifters to mine. She has fallen in love, but I’ve fallen out of love. When did that happen? How? I don’t know what to do.
The next entry is only a few lines.
I met Delaney’s shifters. What’s happening to me? Why do I feel this way?
I’m just about to turn the page, desperate to read more of my mother’s story, when my phone pings with an incoming text. I allow the power in my palm to die in order to read the message.
Ashton
