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Catalyst- Chapter 6
402 A.V.; Month 8; Day 21
There was a soft dawn light creeping in through the window when I awoke. Sabre and I were faced away from each other, but our backs were touching. He sat up so I rolled over and looked up at him.
“If we ever sleep this close again you’re putting your hair up. It tried to strangle me.” I smiled a bit.
“I promise I’ll wear it up.” He grinned and stood. I watched him idly as he pulled a bag from his closet and threw it onto the bed. Then he started packing clothes so I decided to get up and get dressed too. That’s when Annette opened the door and stepped in with an armful of clothes.
“I think these should suit you,” she said while handing them to me, “They used to be mine.” I took them and looked through. I pulled out a pair of khaki pants and a black t-shirt before going to the bathroom to change. The pants fit nicely. They were a little tight, but not horrendously so. My hunting boots w
Catalyst- Chapter 5
402 A.V.; Month 8; Day 20
Jamie was being beaten to death and it was all because of me. Tuck had killed Sabre and hurt me and now Jamie was defenseless. Then with one final blow Jamie was dead and Tuck was coming toward me. He reeled back and swung. I shot out of sleep screaming before he could. Sabre dashed into the room.
“What’s wrong?” I shook my head, not wanting to talk because I was already sobbing. He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Alloy—”
“They’re all gone aren’t they? Jamie’s not coming back.” He lightly wiped the tears from my face and moved closer. I turned away from him and laid down.
“Alloy,” he said again.
“It was just a nightmare,” I whispered, trying to keep myself under control. I felt him slide in under the covers beside me.
“You can tell me.” I let out a sob and turned toward him. He wrapped his arms around me while I buried my fac
Catalyst- Chapter 4
402 A.V; Month 8; Day 19
It hadn’t been a hallucination. I woke up in his bed. The murmur of voices brought me out of my sleepy state. My fever was gone. I stood and walked out into the kitchen. Yarrow was there, talking to Sabre’s red-eyed parents. When I walked out, Annette hurried over and pulled me into her arms. I put my head on her shoulder.
“They searched the house. There wasn’t anything left.” I pressed my face into her neck.
“I want to go back,” I murmured.
“Alright, lets get you something to wear, though.” Her clothes fit me length wise, but I was curvier. Annette was tall but also very slender, so I ended up in some of Sabre’s old things. She held my hand as we walked back to the house. The people starting their day stared. They didn’t say anything. They didn’t care if some outside scum had gotten their house burned to ashes. Others gave their condolences to Annette. She ignored them with a sto
Right Before Nightfall- Prologue/Chapter 1Prologue
She sat alone on a building over looking the city of Philadelphia. It was a chilly early October night, but the chill had no effect on her. It simply drifted over her skin in an almost pleasant manner. Her skin was pale like porcelain. Her hair was black as a ravens. The goddess Hecate watched the people below on the streets. The Human Realm was quite boring to most, but she thought it interesting. What would they do next? What would they choose? Would it kill them? Would it keep them alive? So many choices. Of course she was the goddess of crossroads. She was of the night and the moon. In the distance she could hear the dogs barking. They could feel her presence. Then her eyes fell on the person she’d been waiting to see.
Long ago, she’d decided to create a race of witches to inhabit the earth among the other beings, the ones who belonged to the Otherworld. Hecate created Moon Witches. They were to be one with the night and the stars, to be ones with magic, to
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