Mystic stared as Mikaela and the witches worked their magic. Her sister lay there on the bed so still, it was scaring her.
“Is she going to be alright?” she asked Mikaela, because it felt like she wasn't. She thought that maybe her color would come back now, because she was around more magic. But she still looked pale. Mikaela ran her hands over her sister’s body one last time and then turned to her.
“Uhh…” she said, and then looked at the other witches. She took her hand, and walked out of the room to the hallway. “Our magic has stabilized her, so she is fine for now. She needs to start healing herself. But I don’t think that will start to happen until she finds the will to live again. She’s in a lot of pain. Her mate…”
“I think he died,” Mystic said, wiping the tears that ran down h
