Jo’s POV “Do you remember the Witch War, nearly two decades ago?” I asked. “I do,” Carson says as he gets to his feet. “I heard it was brutal.” I turned and glared at him. “It was.” “Do you remember why it started?” Carson shook his head. Few would remember. “All the history books will tell you it started because the Wolf King and the Witch Queen had a child and that child disappeared, never to be heard of again. But that’s not the truth. It began years before that.” I take a breath. “The Witch Queen’s sister, Millicent, was the cause. She wanted to take the child and keep her hostage until the child came of age. Then she would kill her and drain her body of her power. Millicent wanted her power to help her become the most powerful witch in the world.” “What if she has a wolf? No power,” Matthew asked. “If the child has a wolf, Millicent will kill the wolf and use the wolf’s blood to kill the Witch Queen. Either way, the child dies.” “To protect the child
Ora’s POV I’m not a princess. If I were, I don’t think I would be wearing day-old underwear or someone else’s clothes. I also think I would have had a better upbringing. “Did you bang your head when you were out last night?” I asked my aunt. She must have. She’s not making sense right now. Either that or the stress has driven her crazy. “People don’t turn into wolves.” I scoff. “Ora, listen to me. It’s not just me. Aunt Josie was a wolf shifter as well. That’s why we wouldn’t let you out after dark. We didn’t want you seeing us patrol the farm.” “Okay,” I say, laughing, knowing I am trapped in this bedroom with her. “Aunt Jo, why don’t we go downstairs,” I say calmly, but on the inside I am freaking out. “Ora, please listen to me.” She says in her usual calm tone. “I can transform into a wolf. Everyone here at Beta Academy can.” She wouldn’t hurt me. Maybe her mind has just snapped, and she needs me. I can’t abandon her like she didn’t abandon me. I need to make her
Jo’s POV “Oh, crap,” I say as I stand in the bathroom wrapped in a towel as water drips down my body. I forgot I have nothing clean to wear. I could ask one of the female tutors if they have any spare training clothes I could borrow. But they will be in classes, teaching right now. “Crap,” I say again, realizing I am going to have to walk through the halls of the academy wearing nothing but a towel. It’s not that I am ashamed of my body. Because I’m not. But in my opinion, being naked should only happen pre- or post-shift. There is no excuse to be naked in public any other time. Jupiter snickers at my predicament. “It’s alright for you, you have fur.” I snap. I pull my short towel tighter as I walk out the door of my suite. The clothing bins outside are full of clothes. That’s where I need to go. As I walk down a hallway, I hear people snickering and whistling. But it was when they yelled “Nice legs, fancy wrapping them around my face,” I turned around. I glared at the
Jo’s POV After I stood up, I wiped the blood from my mouth. I offered Ora a hand, but she declined and got to her feet. “What was enough?” Ora innocently asked. “We were just getting to the best part.” Her comment made me smile. I wrapped my arms around her, being careful not to get too much of my blood on her. Despite everything that has happened, she’s still acting like the warrior I have been training for all these years. As I looked around, I couldn’t help but notice that the crowd had grown. Most of them are sitting there looking like goldfish. There are also several faculty members, including Principal Andrews, who stopped our fight. “That is the level I will train you to,” I said. “That’s extreme. Don’t you think? They are only 18, after all,” Principal Andrews says. “My home was attacked, my aunts were killed, and we were helpless.” Shouted at the principal. She grits her teeth. “Never again will I feel useless. I will train, I will fight, and the next time I see her
Ora’s POV Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound of my alarm goes off. The difference between the time zones is killing me. I know it’s going to take a bit of time, but I have to adapt. I have to get back to my routine. “Aunt Jo. It’s time to get up,” I said, getting out of bed. She didn’t move. I started getting dressed and pulled the blanket off of her. Aunt Jo groans. Tugging the blanket back and throwing it on the floor. Usually, she is up before me. But not lately. I woke up during the night, and she wasn’t there. So I don’t know when she went to bed. Occasionally, I look at her and I see her eyes filled with tears. She won’t admit it, but I can see she is struggling with everything going on. “Breakfast, then a run,” I told her as I walked into our enormous bathroom. I brush my teeth and tie my hair up. I stare at myself in the mirror and remind myself that I need to be better, stronger, faster. “You know how far away Summer Hill is?” Aunt Jo asks me as she ties the laces on
Ora’s POV As I walked inside the unfamiliar church, I got a whiff of the familiar incense. I guess it’s a universal scent. I tell myself as I dip my finger into the holy water font and make the sign of the cross. I looked over and saw the votive candle stand. I have never done this before, but I watched it done many times over the years. I pick up a match and strike it. The tip bursts into flames. As I go to light the candle. Tears ran down my cheeks. “For Aunt Jayne,” I said as the tears flowed freely. A lump formed in my throat. I want to curl up in a corner and cry my heart out, thinking of her. But I can’t. I close my eyes and breathe deeply. I have to do this; I say, to encourage myself. Opening my eyes, I saw that the match was still burning, which is when I lit a second candle. “For Aunt Josie,” I said, quickly placing the match on a tray to burn itself out. I wiped my tears with my hands and sat down on the nearest pew. I put my hands together and lowered my head
Jo’s POV We just managed to return to Beta Academy in time for a quick snack before my fighting session. Ora ran up to our suite, muttering about dropping something off before she went. I found her comment confusing because we had gone nowhere to pick something up, nor was she carrying anything. But she ran off before I could had a chance to ask. I didn’t have nearly enough food, but it would suffice until after my session. I hate tardiness. As Ora and I made our way to the weapons shed. I noticed a massive crowd eagerly waiting for me. Alongside the students, I also saw some tutors and Principal Andrews. I guess my words yesterday hit a nerve. Yes, they were harsh, but they were true. “I hope you have all warmed up,” I shouted. There are a few muffling noises. “You are wasting my time and mine if you turn up ill-prepared.” I pause and watch a few people squirm. “For the next few days, I need to assess you. I want to know what you are capable of?” I wandered up and down the c
Ora’s POV On the last day of the month, Aunt Jo re-scheduled her fighting session. So she could take me to the Blessed Sacrament Church. She seems to understand why I want to pray for my aunts. This time I felt comfortable when I prayed to the Wolf Goddesses Selene and the Magic Goddess Hecate. I have a bit more knowledge about both goddesses since Matty has been tutoring me. When it was time to leave, Father Nicholas reminded me how important faith was. He then invited me to return at any point should I ever feel the need to talk. “Thank you,” I said, “but I’m not sure that you would understand the situation.” He smirked, “everything happens for a reason, Ora. God works in mysterious ways.” “He’s working in a very mysterious way. If that is the case,” I responded, a bit too sternly, as I got up to leave. As we walked towards the exit, Father Nicholas drew my attention towards a noticeboard in the foyer. I had seen it before, but I had never really looked at it. The