(Tabatha)
Even though I told my mate that I was done with helping Carmen, I couldn’t stop from watching. I had used an old spell that my great grandmother used to cloak herself and her magic from other witches, and now I’m purged in a tree watching Marvin and his minions close in on the Royal Pack. I felt good knowing that I had done everything I could to let Carmen know what was going on. I still remember when I saved the phoenix at the mall. It felt good… it felt… right.
‘If my mother was alive she would be pulling her hair out’ I thought to myself with a shake of my head. Remembering what my mother had said and done to me... I shook my head, not caring about what happened in the past. The past was the past, and it was going to stay where it was. Like I had said before, I'm doing thin
