I woke up with a throbbing migraine and almost fell off the bed for being so clumsy. The dreamless sleep I had after visiting the library drained all the energy I was supposed to gain. Struggling to keep my legs from falling, I walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth before using the shower that washed away most of the sleep residues. I picked black skinny jeans and paired it with a neutral color, oversized, long sleeve shirt. I found white converse somewhere in the wardrobe and wore them before leaving my room. I was not in the mood to bump into Aunt Courtney this morning so I hurried down stairs to grab an apple placed in a basket on the empty dinner table before rushing to the front porch. I was going to wait for whoever was going to take me to school-preferably not Courtney-and get ready for my first day of my 1439th school this year.
“I thought as much.” Ken snorted when he saw me carrying my back pack and pacing impatiently on the front porch. “You are avoiding her, aren’t you?”
“Would you blame me?” I asked Ken, but he did not answer. Instead he used the keys in his hands to unlock a black Audi Q8 not too far from us.
“No way!” I exclaimed, my eyes almost fell off my face. “Is that yours?”
Ken just simply smiled and walked over to the car. I jumped in as well and fastened my seatbelt. I prayed Ken did not inherit the reckless driving his mother was fond of.
He started the car and the main gates opened before us. The drive was smooth and I still couldn’t wrap my head around how they managed to score themselves a mansion in the luxurious side of town. Mom and I could only dream of having such a life. Maybe we would’ve had it if only I wasn’t born the way I was. Ken and I would’ve still been really close if not for that dreadful incident that made me look like a monster in his mother’s eyes.
“Yes, I saw your 7000 messages. Is it not clear to you that I’m purposefully ignoring you?” Ken said over the phone that he held with one hand while the other turned the steering wheel, making a turn into the main road. “Yes… Yeah, fine. I’m on my way, we’ll chat then.” He dropped the call and turned to me.
“What were you doing up so early last night?” Ken asked and I frowned. Wasn’t he supposed to be asleep at that time? It was in the middle of the night.
“Nothing.” I mumbled. “How do you know I was up last night?” I questioned back.
“I didn’t. You just told me.”
Oh, what a lovely trick. That was smooth!
“I couldn’t sleep.” I decided to tell him.
“I know.” He gave me a brief look before stopping at the red traffic lights. “I heard you screaming.”
I shot him a perplexed look before chewing the insides of my mouth. I didn’t think I was that loud.
“I was about coming to check up on you, but mom was already at your door. She told me not to. I guess she wasn’t there to check up on you.” Ken said. He picked up his phone and did some tapping before dropping it on his lap again.
“She was there to stop you from checking up on me.” I concluded when it dawned on me. My head turned to my window and I watched as the adolescence pooled around the entrance of what looked like a prestigious high school. Cheerleaders in their extra miniskirts with Blue River High School colors on them shot flirtatious looks at Ken as he drove pass and parked on a spot that should be restricted for student.
“Maya, I know you have changed. What happened in the past was-
“Unforgivable… According to your mother at least.”It was true. What I did, almost killed Ken and I don’t blame Courtney for protecting her own as much as she could. Just like that voice in my dreams said; Courtney is afraid of me, she does not want me in her house.
I’m only around because I have nowhere else to go and she loves her sister so much so the least she could do for her is take me in after her death.
I opened the door before Ken could say another word and waited for him to lead me to the principal’s office. But before he could make a move a gang of 4 jocks tackled him. If I did not know better I would’ve thought they were bullying him, but because he was laughing the whole time they tried bringing him down, I knew they must somehow be his group of friends.
“Kennedy, you missed the damn party on Saturday, how dare you!” A blonde male mumbled as he ruffled Ken’s already messed up hair.
“And he missed yesterday’s practice.” A taller guy pointed out
“Yeah, Kenneth.” The blonde agreed.
“And he hasn’t been answering any of his messages.” Another dude added. This guy had raven hair and a baseball hat. He was holding one leg of Ken’s while the blonde guy held Ken’s upper body, the taller dude was tickling Ken. Ken was half hopping on one leg while the last guy was digging in his pockets and pulling out cash.
“What do you have to say, Kendrick.” The blonde boy continued tickling Ken. Ken had lost all strength to fight back as he burst out laughing. The nudging he was doing was not in his favor as they took their play up a notch and decided to drag him around to see if his free leg that was dangling could help him out.
I can’t lie. It was humorous and I found myself snickering.
“Ok, Ok. I’m sorry. Let go of me.” He pleaded.
“Guys, Kendall says we should let go of him.” The blonde boy says looking at the other three. He has referred to Ken by so many names that it got my head spinning. Ken is just Ken. I know him as Ken and that is what we all called him at home. There is no full name.
All four guys released Ken at the same time and he crashed on the ground with a thud and a groan.
“Assholes!” He whimpered before getting up. His friends chuckled but help him out anyway.
“Kenan. You never told us you have a new cherry.” The blonde threw his arms around Ken’s shoulders while acknowledging me. He sized me up with a look I was all too familiar with. The lust emitted out of him like clouds of thick smoke ready to engulf me in its intoxication.
“She’s not my cherry, you bum!” Ken scolded. “She’s my cousin.”
Ken walked over to me and introduced us. The blonde was Chris, the tall guy was Austin, the one with black hair was Timothy, and the last guy was Duke.
“Nice meeting you, Hermione. You look lovely by the way.” Chris mentioned. The look Ken gave him did not go unnoticed and Chris’ smile dropped before he cleared his throat.
“I’ll see you guys later.” Ken told them.
He led me up a flight of stairs while giving me a mini tour of the building. The building had multiple awards and achievements flooding the corridor. Blue, silver and black splashed all over the placed, reminding everyone about the school’s signature colors. It was hard not admiring the many students that made this school very proud over the years. We finally got to the principal’s office door. Ken said something about meeting him at the field or the cafeteria before leaving.
I knocked on the door and led myself in.
Principal Thompson. A stiff lady in her late 40’s holding a grim look that effortlessly added wrinkles to her sagging look. The make-up was minimal and done in a way that would cause no mistake. In fact, her whole look was somehow. Military uniformed, strict and flawless, but high school friendly if I should say. She looked ready to shout orders as I sat there trying my best to look everywhere else other than her laser eyes.
“You are Mabel Hernandez’s granddaughter.” She spat. I did not know if that was a question or not, but I was not ready to answer. I was told I resemble my grandmother quite a bit that it was hard not to compare. I can change my surname, change my name, move to the other side of town… somebody will find out. They always do.
“How Ken O’ Brian managed to dodge being related to that Godforsaken woman is beyond me.” She continued. Her eyes bore huge holes on my forehead. I was worried I will walk around the school without a face if she continued with that death look. “The learners will soon find out one way or the other. Just so you know, their actions towards you will be as a result of what your grandmother put their families through with her witchcraft.” Principal Thompson said. She brushed off imaginary dust from her pencil skirt then handed me a pamphlet.
“That is the school’s pamphlet. Your subjects are there. You will find your assignments on the school’s website under your grade. You fail to do your tasks on time you will face the consequences.” That sounded more like a threat.
I jumped out of my seat and zoomed out of her office immediately she dismissed me. She said something about a student leading me to my class. I saw a girl with headphones on as her head bobbed back and forth to whatever she was listening to. She wore cargo pants, a red drop shoulder super crop hoodie with a white top.
“Hi” I said, waving my hand in front of her.
She pulled off one earphone as she scanned me from top to bottom.
“You must be Ken’s cousin.” She blurted. The aura was not inviting so I did not bother answering her.
I moved down the hall and she followed me. “So what’s he like? What’s his favorite colors? What does he like eating? Have you seen his abs?” The questions kept pouring out and I felt disgusted.
“Ok, how about you get me to my class and maybe I might consider telling you something about him.” I said to her.
“Your first class is the third door on your right.”
“Great. Now get lost.” I told her before walking away. I heard the B-word behind me but ignored it and knocked on the classroom door.
“Hermione. Welcome. Principal Thompson did mention that you will be joining us. You can call me Mr. Morgan.” The class teacher said and I smiled in response. He was a man in his prime, wearing a formal attire but ditched the tie. “Everyone, this is Hermione Anderson. I pray we will all welcome her with open arms.”
A brunette that looked like Barbie in the making, raised her hand and Mr. Morgan acknowledged her. “Is it true that you are related to Ken O’ Brian and live in the same house now?”
Wow, news spread like wild fire here.
“Yes.” I rolled my eyes. I did not want anyone dragging Ken’s name because of me. He had managed to hide the identity of our grandmother pretty well so me being here will ruin that for him. I really do not want them treating him the same way they treat me. He seemed to have lived a better life and I am happy for him, I just don’t want to be in his life like a giant ball of bad luck.
Mummers and whispers buzzed around before the teacher calmed the class down. He asked me to take a seat wherever I chose and I picked a spot at the corner of the class. It was only after I had sat down did I realize I was seated next to someone familiar.
“Hey beautiful. Remember me?” He said. How could I forget those striking blue eyes that resembled summer’s clear sky. Bright and joyful.
“Dave?” I asked.
“Close.” He chuckled. “It’s Derrick.”
“Right.”
“We meet again. And this time you’re seated right next to me.” He smiles. “Must be my lucky day.”
“Must be.” I agreed.
Those sandy blonde locks fell on his face when he looked down to wear his reading glasses. His whole look changed to nerdy, in a very attractive way, but I wasn’t around to stare. I need no distractions while I’m here.
Time flew and it was lunch break already. I did not find Ken on the field, neither did I see him anywhere in the cafeteria so I opted to chill in the library on my free time. Maybe I could find what I was looking for.
I searched around the ancient history section, but couldn’t see anything interesting. Suddenly the hairs on the back of my neck stood and I swallowed hard. I felt very weird when the library doors closed. Somebody walked in and I tried my very best to turn around and see who it was, but my body wouldn’t respond to what I wanted. The feeling got intense and my breathing hitched. The book I was holding felt from my shaky hands, but luckily the floor was carpet so there wasn’t much noise from the fall.
I was frozen in place and I did not know how the hell this was possible. It only happens in horror movies and dreams, and I prayed I was dreaming so that I could quickly wake up from it.
I finally managed to turn around but that feeling was still very tense. My eyes locked with his hazel ones and they glowed. A bright golden yellow. Impossible! It was definitely just my imagination playing stupid games with me because there’s no way human eyes could glow like that.
He had dark hair and a decent amount of muscles on either of his arms. He wasn’t bulky like Ken and his friends, definitely did not look like he played sports, but he did look like he was ok with that. He had this stern look on his face like I was bothering him. It wasn’t close to what Principal Thompson gave me this morning, but it wasn’t approachable either. He wore a hoodie and had earphones buried underneath.
“You are Mabel’s Granddaughter aren’t you?” He said in a low tone. I was not sure if that was how he normally spoke or he was following the library rules, but either way, it gave me chills. “Avoid me as best as you can. Right now, I’m your worst enemy.”
He gave me a last look before walking away. Once he left the library, I felt my inside loosen and I could finally breathe again. How the hell did I inherit Mabel’s enemies? What have I done so bad that all of this is hunting and haunting me?
There was something about him though I couldn’t put my finger on it but instead of fearing him, I was drawn to him. It was a strange eerie feeling I did not understand.
“That is Hector. Blue River’s smart loner” The red crop hoodie from earlier said, coming to stand next to me. “He never walks up to any girl to talk to her. You are literally the first. Whatever superpowers you possess you have to share.”
“It’s not superpowers it’s bad luck.” I told her. I picked up the book I dropped then walked away.
“My name is Candice by the way.” She yelled and the librarian yelled something back at her.
It was finally home time and I had never been more glad to get the hell out of that school. Worst first day so far. If it wasn’t me dodging a group of girls trying to get info about Ken, it’s the students whose families were affected by Grandma Mabel’s diabolical spells. And if not that, then it’s some random guy trying to get a number of a phone that I don’t even possess. What a day! I was drained. I couldn’t answer Ken when he asked me how was my day.
I just asked him to take me straight to my mother’s house. All the answers are in her bedroom for sure!
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Ken pulled over in front of a gray shack. The roof looked like it was about falling off after that dreadful storm hit it and the front porch had so much dirt. Giving Ken directions to this embarrassment of a house should’ve been a crime, especially considering the kind of place he was used to. I got out of the car and the bewildered look he was giving the house made my cheeks flush. I maneuvered my way passed the pieces of destroyed plants and broken tree branches before getting to the front door. I used the house keys I brought with me to open the front door and that lingering jasmine scent in the air splashed on me. It was as if she was still in there somewhere. Probably reading a book in the lounge or preparing dinner for the both of us. My eyes stung with unshed tears and my chest tightened. She was gone so soon. And she said her goodbye, but how was I supposed to know that that would be the last time I would see my mother? She knew I would never let her leave if I knew she would
I had the same nightmare again, but this one was intense. Worse than the first. That wolf eventually caught me and attacked me. I struggled and fought but it was too strong, it bit my leg… then I woke up panting and gasping. It was just a bad dream Hermione. Just a bad dream. I dragged myself out of bed, the minute my right leg joined the other on the floor I collapsed. My leg was throbbing with so much pain. It felt like the flesh around that area was bitten out, but when I looked down at my leg, it was fine. I couldn’t understand how this was possible. I was bitten in my dreams, not in reality… why was I feeling the effects of that attack? This couldn’t be real… but then again, my body was harboring a wolf, so that shouldn’t be real either. Nothing in my life was making sense at this point and I did not understand how I was supposed to face all of this. I dragged myself up and proceeded to limp to the bathroom. I had a difficult time bathing, however, I tried my best and got dres
“I still think this is a bad idea.” Derrick voices out. We were walking back to the lounge when a lady burst in from the front door. She gave me a perplexed look before her eyes darted to the individual behind me. “Derrick.” She blurted but it sounded more like a question. “Hey mother. You back.” He said as if just realizing it. He walked over and stood between his mother and I. Not as if to completely block me from view, but to be able to introduce us. “Mother, this is Hermione. Hermione, my mother. Mrs Johnathan.” Derrick mentioned. I was internally hoping she would not ask me about Mabel because it already seemed that everyone I came across knew who I was and could see the resemblance. “Hermione, welcome.” Cheerfully, she offered her hand out to me and I smiled, taking it.“Thank you, Mrs. Johnathan.” “Derrick hardly brings friends over, talk less of girlfriends-”“Mom!” Derrick’s eyes were wide open in shock and my cheeks instantly roasted. “Hermione and I are just friends.”
“I got you this.” Ken said, after waking me up from my sleep in his car. We were parked in the yard of his mansion. He handed me a small box and I looked at him with my brows furrowed. “What’s in it?” I asked him.“Open it.” I tilted the box and opened it to reveal a phone. A smartphone. The shiny black object looked like it was worth a fortune. “Ken. It’s a phone.” I said like he didn’t already know. “It must’ve cost a lot.” “Not really.” Of course, he would say that. I bet he could buy anything he wanted and not feel a dent in his pocket. “Thank you. It’s really beautiful.” I switched on the device and admired the different pictures that flashed before settling on one image. The image of a landscape. It looked plain, but the colors caught my attention. “I saved my number in there. Mom’s and dad’s is in there as well.” He said and I nodded. I walked into the house still admiring my new gadget when I noticed there were people around the compound. About four people were busy eit
The rest of the week was quiet, but I knew something was brewing behind the scenes. That toxic, peculiar stench of humiliation was lingering in the air, alerting me. I did not know when I would face that disaster but I knew it was coming… I was accustomed to this familiar feeling in my gut. Last night I sent Derrick a message asking him to give me Eugene’s address. He was a little reluctant however, gave it to me anyways after saying something about us going together. I wasn’t willing to put anyone else’s life at risk. I had to find Eugene myself since this was my call. Early on a Saturday morning, around 7am, I left a note on my bed for Ken to find before sneaking out of the house. The only clumsy thing I did was leave the big gates open since I did not own the remote of it. I managed to order a cab on my phone after many pathetic fails. The person behind the wheel was a lady. She looked around her mid-twenties with a piecing on the side of her nose, close to her upper lip. The litt
My wrists started to burn a little against the restraints and I knew Mabel had a hand in this happening to me. “What is it little wolf?” Mabel feigned concern. Her head tilted to one side curiously as if she did not know what she was doing. I whimpered and moaned as I tried to get my hands free. “Wolf’s bane.” The old lady muttered. Her fingers reached up to her necklace and nails fiddled with the blue diamonds, reflecting sapphire hues my way. “It is a werewolf’s worst enemy. It took a while to work on you because you refused to accept your wolf.” She mentioned. I was now wheezing and turning a dangerous shade of red. I was sweating profusely. My blood was boiling out of control and my energy level was deteriorating. The so called wolf’s bane was burning my wrists like boiling water to the flesh, and sucking all my strength away. “Let me go.” I uttered, breathlessly. She just looked at me like I was worth nothing for her to keep me alive. My eyes blinked very slowly and I knew I w
Hector was so close I could smell the musk scent that got mixed with his sweat. His eyes couldn’t decide on which color to settle on as it switched back and forth from hazel to yellow. They fell on my lips. I sucked in some air to avoid fainting once more. The moon light shone bright above us and I could hear his bones crack. Another loud growl escaped his lips before he collapsed to the ground on all fours. Hector was shifting. I could see some uncomfortable movement happening on his back as if something was ready to tear its way out of there. His hands gathered dirt and gripped it to anchor himself to something. I went down on my knees to see if I could help him. I gently touched his shoulder. His body temperature could burn me. “Hector.” I wasn’t so brave and my voice did not hide that part. He lifted his head slowly to gaze at me and I could see a lot of pain in his eyes. I felt the same, maybe even worse. I didn’t know. I did not know what he was going through. Maybe it was th
“I was kidnapped.” I uttered with my mouth full. Ken made me a sandwich and I took some leftovers from the fridge as well. “What! How?” His eyes could’ve fallen off his face with the look he gave me. My casual demeanor made him look at me weirdly. “By Mabel.”“Grandma Mabel?” He wanted to confirm and I nodded. “I went out to look for my father. I finally got his location, but Mabel had these bulky bodyguards bundle me into a car and drug me.” I said after swallowing. “So how did you get out?” “I wolfed out.” I said whilst staring at his facial expression. He did not react too shocked yet the arching of his eyebrows did indicate that he did not expect the response I gave him. “So wait, you are telling me that your wolf popped and you fought your way out?”“Yeah. I managed to escape the building I was in, but then passed out in the woods.” I said and he frowned. “Then what happened?”“Nothing.” I pressed my lips together whilst trying my very best not to laugh. I did not know what
Dear Wolfie It has been five months since the whole Rosalina ressurecting drama and it hasn't been easy. When I came home that day without Ken aunt Courtney seemed like she already knew what had happened. She cried, and cried and Annalise took her upstairs then gave her some sleeping pills. Annalise excused herself after to cry on her own in her room. I had been too drained to cry anymore. I just needed to sleep the sorrow away. Hector was found by Emilio unconscious in the woods. It took him a day and a half to heal. No one knew what had happened to him and he did not seem like he wanted to talk about it either. I was just glad he was ok. We burried Ken a week later. There was a huge memorial for him in school. Although school had been closed for one month after the eagles had destroyed many parts of it, the principal wasn't as heartless as I thought when a notice had been posted on the school's website about Ken's memorial. The number of girls that cried that day was insane. His f
We were cutting through the woods, flashing from point A to point B in an unimaginable speed. The animals we passed on the way did not see us coming. Hector stop suddenly making me do the same. I could hear the highway not so far from where we were. Hector's brown wolf sniffed the air and changed directions. When I sniffed the air I smelt another wolf. Emilio.We proceeded with the journey until Hector got tackled halfway by another animal. My first instinct was to murder that thing until I saw who it was.They were not fighting. They were playing. Calm down wolfie, they are just playing. Emilio's light brown and black wolf let go of Hector's dark brown wolf and they had a staring competition. Telepathic communication, I guess. Then Emilio darted and vanished somewhere in the bush, Hector followed then I did. We were heading somewhere unfamiliar but the closer we got the more I could smell a familiar scent.We emerge out of the bush after about 30 minutes of running with Emilio, and
The moon had been concealed by a thick blanket of inky black eagles. The only source of light were the blinking street lamps, some nereby houses and the few light bulbs switched on in the classrooms. However, those too were fading fast as the army of eagles charged in the direction of the hall.The scene outside was no better than the one inside. Many people were gruesomely injured and cried out for help as they struggled to make it out of the school. The police sirens could be heard from a distance yet I was not too sure if they were coming or not. They must have been held back by the eagles as a barrier was being formed using their large bodies around the school's perimeter. Mabel was blocking me from escaping this place."Hermione!" I turned around and saw Ken carrying a body out the exit. I swallowed hard at the sight and did my best to search for a heart beat. Penetrating through the loud noise around me, I couldn't hear much so I ran to give Ken a hand. It was Duke. He was badl
I’ve always been a loner. All my life, I thought no one needed to come near me, not even my mother. As much as I wanted her around me all the time, I had to keep her at a distance… mentally and emotionally. I was different. I knew it. it did not take being extremely angry at Ken and hurting him to know… It did not take me running into Hector, or shifting, or kicking my grandmother’s ass, or discovering my mother’s pendant in her forever locked bedroom, or uniting with my father or any of the other weird things that has happened in these past couple of months that I still can’t decipher or explain to anyone without being called delulu. No, none of that.The problem was in my blood. Being pumped from my heart and rushing to cascade down my body. The warm liquid burning under my skin, reminding me that I am still human…. more than human. I could see the difference in my eyes. I could feel it in the palms of my hands. I could’ve ignored this about myself for a very long time howeverI kn
Refreshments we being served in the hall and the players went out to change. I overheard some students talking about an after party at Chris’ house. Hector went out in a hurry to make a call in the parking lot since the speakers were blasting music from the nineties in the hall. I was standing close to the exit, watching as students rushed in and out of the hall while parents and teachers congratulated each other on the outstanding performance of the team. My eyes scanned the crowd until they settled on Derrick who gave me a smile. I returned it as he walked towards me and handed me a cup with juice in it. My senses were tingling from how sweet in smelt. “Hey. Where is the grumpy one?” He asked. I chuckled at how he referred to my boyfriend as ‘grumpy’. It was no secret any way. My boyfriend was not approachable. “He went out to take a call.” I explained before taking a sip from the cold beverage. “We won.” He exclaimed as if it was my first time hearing it. I chuckled again and no
The game had started and we were a few minutes late. Nothing much had happened. I got to the bleachers and sat at the lowest seats with Hector. I did not know where Aunt Courtney and Annalise were seated but I wasn’t going to sit with them when my boyfriend was here.“I don’t really understand this game.” Hector chuckled lightly at this revelation. I was not a sport person so this game was foreign to me.“Don’t worry, the reaction of the crowd will tell you what’s going on.” He simply said.I spotted Ken with his number 5 printed at the back of his outfit. I could make out a lot of our school players with my enhanced sight. I could also almost see everything so clearly; like the sweat pouring down the faces of the players… Their facial expressions. The Golden Falcons were dressed in black, white and gold. They looked huge and I was worried because in this game it seemed that weight was an important factor that players could use to their advantage.I pulled out my phone when a notifica
Ken and I rushed back home to find Aunt Courtney already dressed for the occasion with A blue t-shirt written ‘team Blue River’ and blue skinny jeans with white running shoes. Her fuzzy curls were up in a messy bun and she had a black baseball cap on. Yep, she was definitely ready for this game. “Kenny...” She said with a wide smile. Oh dear… “Quickly, have something to eat then take a long refreshing bath. Your team would want to see you ready and hyped for this match. You are going to win tonight.” I turned from Ken to Courtney then snorted before leaving. “Oh, Hermione… You do the same. We need to fix that hair of yours.” Courtney said. The look she had on her face did not look impressed when she mentioned my hair. I touched my ginger locks thinking there was something on it. I did not see anything wrong with my hair. On the contrary, it was the healthiest it has ever been. Since I started living with Aunt Courtney, I have been exposed expensive hair products that helped my hair
“You so annoying, you know that?” I let my grandmother know while running out of breath. Her form inched forward and I was itching to slap her. I did have some fear for her because she was dangerous and unpredictable but I was going to put my fear for her aside and face her one on one. “Hermione! The pendant!” She demanded and I swallowed hard. Her voice was deep and husky, curtesy of the black smelly smoke. I moved away from her while she continued to inch forward. The stench released by the dark clouds was making me very dizzy to the point of losing my sight. I jumped to my feet when I had regained the energy I was stalling for, then pounced for the switch but again I had missed it. Her does one fight smoke? When it grabbed my ankles for the second time I had tried releasing myself from the iron grip but my hands just kept going through the smoke as if it wasn’t being held by anything. “Hermione. Why do you have to be as stubborn as your damn dead mother!” Mabel shrieked. I was th
After school, Hector and I hurried back home with Ken. Mabel was closer than ever before and we had a limited number of days left since she decided that she was going to go about looking for the pendant in her own little way without physically being here. We all rushed to my bedroom because right now it felt like the safest place since I recently pulled out another blue rose. We had a few things to do and I was getting more and more anxious. The dead will rise if this does not work out and a lot of innocent lives will be lost. “Hermione?” “Maya?” Ken shook me out of my thoughts and I blinked at the both of them a couple of times to properly focus. “Yeah? I’m fine. You were saying?” “Hellen.” Hector exhaled. He seemed a bit exhausted judging from his tired looking eyes. “We managed to get a hold of someone who knows her. He uncle. He came over and spoke to Emilio, but refused to take her, stating that there was a reason we found and rescued her. She needed to be here fighting Mabel