Chpt 1
It's so dark and so cold, but I have to keep running. I can't let them catch me or I might never go home again. I can see my breath in the air. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest. They are fast, I know I wont be able to outrun them but I have to try. The thick forest is quiet besides the growls behind me. Wolves love the chase, they live for the adrenaline. I should have paid more attention to where I was running because the next thing I know there's a branch tripping me and I'm face first in the dirt. As soon as I look up I'm surrounded by wolves. The biggest wolf I've ever seen keeps getting closer. Covered in the darkest of black fur and the sharpest teeth, but the thing that stops my breath are the glowing blue eyes staring into my soul. A blue that I can't look away from even though their owner is deadly and dangerous. They are eyes that my soul recognizes and trusts. The wolf starts to shift and I can't even describe how badly I want to look at the face that those eyes belong to...
I jump out of bed and take in my surroundings. I can see the sun starting to rise out of my bedroom window. I'm in my room, in my safe place. It was just another dream, but why is it always the same dream. I look at my night stand and glance at my clock to check the time. It's only 5 in the morning but I know I wont be getting anymore sleep tonight so I decide a shower will clear my head. I walk into my bathroom and stare at my reflection. There's sweat on my forehead and my hair looks like the whole forest is living in it. My white eyes are puffy from the lack of sleep I quickly turn on the shower as hot as I can get it and jump in. I love my lavender shampoo and conditioner. My grandmother taught me how to make it when I was young and I've used it ever since. The conditioner is working wonders getting all the nots out of my long white hair. After a while the water starts to run cold so I jump out and start brushing my hair. It travels past my butt and contains no color at all. My eye lashes are also white along with my eyebrows. I've always thought they were ugly but my grandma refuses to hear it saying it was a blessing of beauty and being pure. Staring into my big white eyes it looks like somethings missing, like my soul is not complete. I try not to think to much about it as I head outside to the garden.
I can feel the soft grass under my bare feet. The birds chirping and the soft wind always brings piece to my mind. My grandmother says it has something to do with us being witches and that nature is a part of us. As I make my way to my garden I can't help but be proud of how well it's growing. No matter what happens I will always have this little garden as all mine. I grab a few vegetables and make my way to the kitchen and get started on making breakfast for the coven. We have cooks, but I prefer to keep my hands busy and I've always loved cooking. After about an hour the kitchen smells lovely and I can hear talking coming down the stairs heading my way so I start making a pitcher of coffee. Maggie walks in the kitchen and starts looking around at all the food I cooked and gave me a mom look before telling me that she is supposed to cook the food and that I have more important matters to worry about. She is the closest thing to a mother some of us girls have and she doesn't mind scolding us when need be. I just smile at her and hand her a cup of coffee just the way she likes it while making a plate for my self and sit in my chair at the table. Soon all the other witches come down and start making plates for them selves.
There aren't that many in our coven my grandmother, Eleanor, is the covens leader she makes sure everything runs smoothly and talks to other supernatural leaders in case they need our help. Maggie and Lea are the cooks, but they are also family, everyone does their part in the coven. Jasmine and Scarlet are my age and my only friends, they love to party and experiment with different magic spells. They remind me I'm only 19 and I need to live my life. The youngest of our little coven is Emma, she's only 14 and she hasn't gotten her powers yet. Usually witches get their powers at 16, so she's almost there. I got my powers when I was 10 years old which is unheard of, but it happened. My grandmother is so proud of me and thinks I'll be the strongest coven leader ever known, but I've never wanted power I just want to be normal. Lea is Scars and Emma's mom. The husbands and dads and brothers all live with us to but only the girls are witches so they aren't seen as part of the coven, just part of the family.
Every one is super chatty like always, I just stay quiet. I love seeing my family so happy, but I can't help this feeling like somethings not right. It's almost like I'm forgetting something or maybe missing something? I'm honestly not sure. Something just doesn't feel right.
After breakfast I run up to the library to continue my reading about myths and prophecies. After all, the next coven leader needs to be prepared for anything, even the not expected.
