Ariella's biggest desire in life has always been such a simple one. She wants to be 'normal.' Unfortunately, that one simple wish has never been within her grasp. Coming from a long line of witches is bad enough, but she's even more different than t...
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"What about River?" Julian asked quietly as we all hiked through the woods back towards my house. I shrugged, unsure how to respond. I knew he was worried about her. She was the sister he'd always had a relationship with, and he cared about her. To an extent, I did as well, but a part of me wanted to say that she had chosen her side.
When we were all walking into the house, Uncle Ben appeared from the kitchen and froze, his muscles visibly tensing beneath his t-shirt. With a quick glance behind me, it was obvious why he was so shocked and on guard. I had a bad burn on one arm, and my shirt was singed in spots. Julian looked okay, aside from the fact that he could barely support his own weight. The Haltermans all looked physically okay, but Lawrence supported his friend as he stumbled in, looking half-dead already. A still very naked Micah had blood smeared down one arm despite the bite being completely healed by now, and two wolves brought up the back of the group walking into the house. I almost laughed out loud at the picture we all created.
"What the hell happened?"
I shrugged one shoulder, trying to convey that it was no big deal, even though we all knew it was. "Sara and the coven happened."
He grit his teeth angrily, his jaw ticking. His face turned a strange shade somewhere between red and purple as we all silently watched him, waiting for an explosion. It slowly started to fade back into a more normal shade until his eyes scanned the group again.
"Where is River?"
"Think she left with Gran," Julian mumbled.
Ben huffed, and his glare settled on my injured arm. "You okay?"
I snorted. "Let's see. In the last two weeks, I found out vampires and werewolves are real and that I even knew some. As the oldest, I'm supposed to take over the coven. Our family legacy is murder, and because of some prophecy told hundreds of years ago, some power-hungry family is attempting to end our bloodline entirely. Then I found out that this family probably killed my parents and that if the prophecy is correct and I'm interpreting it right, I'm supposed to somehow end this family's reign of power. Then, I find out that Dad is not actually my dad as I'd been led to believe my entire life. Everyone I care about and should have been able to trust lied to me. Then I was ambushed and threatened by some people I had started to care about because of my mother's maiden name. I found out that my biological father is actually a vampire that my mother made the grave mistake of falling in love with, and he could never come around, or my lovely grandmother would not only kill him... but me as well. The godfather I've always trusted most in the world is actually his best friend turned spy, sent here to keep an eye on me. Then I had to fight against my family, my family's coven, and the local werewolf pack to save the same assholes that ambushed me a few days ago." I raised an eyebrow at my uncle. "Did I forget anything?"
"Maybe a few minor details, but nothing important," he said with a shrug, and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Yeah, I'm fan-fuckin-tastic. Thanks for asking," I said sarcastically. "No, I'm not okay. I'm at the very edge of my sanity at this point, and everyone around me seems determined to drop-kick me over that edge."
