POV (ABELIA)
The wind whipped around my face as I rested my head on his back. Why? Why did this feel so right? I did not want to cling on to him, but as my past vanished and was eaten by the darkness I could feel the tears, I had been holding in, steam down my face. It was over. It was finally over. They would tell the Goldenrods and the coven everything. The girl they had raised had turned into a demon. I covered my face with my hands as the cold thick night, mixed with the pounding of the wolves feet around me, ate my sobs as the wind pull tears from my eyes. Thirteen years, for thirteen years, I had been a servant in that house. I had waited on them, smiled, bowed, and given everything I had away. My childhood had been filled with lessons on how to be obedient from the Lady, t
