Prologue
The screams- they grow nearer by the moment.
So loud and overwhelming that I can’t breathe, gasping for air even though I'm not the one screaming.
Run- I hear the voice in my mind hiss at me before I can even fully comprehend it.
Run!!!
My eyes fly open as I bolt upright in my bed, shaken and still struggling to breathe. Cold air breezes against my clammy, sweaty skin making me shiver.
When I finally come to my senses my eyes flicker over the room hesitantly before landing on the open window.
My hands clench around my blanket tightly, I always have my windows closed and locked theres also no neighbors for miles.
Without thinking I rise from my bed and pad over to the window. I slam it shut before sliding the lock into place with a soft sigh.
A sudden sharp pain in my foot makes me stagger backward, falling onto my ass with a wince. I come eye to eye with the culprit, well eye to stem more like. A single black rose.
My eyes widen at the sight before I gingerly pick up the harmful beauty.
“Sinister-” a small shriek leaves my parted lips at the unexpected intruding voice.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you” Willow, my coven leader and best friend of five years coos from the shadows near my door.
“Its fine, I'm sorry I'm just a bit on edge lately. Ive been having the nightmare again.” I murmur picking myself up from the floor and brushing the dust from my pajama bottoms.
Willow raises a brow before letting out a suffering sigh. “I figured as such.” she concedes before her eyes meet mine.
“But that's not why I'm here, your father called” she starts.
My jaw clenches as my eyes flash maroon and I interject before she has a chance to finish. “I don't care!” I seethe, it comes out as more of a hiss than actual wording.
Her hands find my shoulders and she shakes me slightly. “Stop being stubborn and listen to me for a goddamn second!” Her voice like jagged stone, so stern it makes me tense up.
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as if in contemplation for a moment before running a hand through her red tresses in frustration.
“Its Angel, shes been murdered” Willow whispers so softly it could be my imagination. Although with one glance at her eyes I am fully aware that its not.
