Thirty-Four: The Great Fire.

ELIANA.

“I don't…I don't understand”

“My Grandfather died in the Great Fire and it was an accident. Nana told me they figured out it was something electrical in the temple…” “Well did it ever occur to you that the only people that died in there were werewolves?” Denver asked me and I gulped down a hard lump.

“Oakland’s filled with Werewolves” I denied and he scoffed.

“It wasn’t an electrical fire, Eliana. Neither was it an accident. My mother died in that fire and it was because of Aurora and ultimately because of me.” He said and it struck a chord in my chest, hearing him talk about the first woman he loved.

I didn’t even think Denver had it in him love.

Maybe it was because of Aurora, maybe she was the one who changed him. I lifted my eyes to him as he began.

“The Witches and the Werewolves never mixed. For centuries, we both hated ourselves and were mortal enemies” I’d only read that in books. I, for one never thought that witches existed until Carys showed up.

“Why?” I asked. “W