BLOOD LEGACIES

VANESSA

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My mini heels clicked as I walked along the hall. Several teens in black walked past me, the night school was a really busy time during the summers, and classes run differently in this season. My hope was that Emma is able to adjust. I know it’s her first day and that’s too much to ask, but I really wanted to her blend in and find her way here, I didn’t want her to think that she is any different from us, being a half-witch DOES spells something entirely different, we haven’t had one before and we don’t know how to deal with such, but I believed her place was here.

I didn’t expect Owen to tell his dad about her Cycle, I was more than happy keeping it secret as long as it assures her safety but I should have read Owen, well I have always read him but during this period of time he has been acting quite different, different from the Owen I knew, I wonder why. I knew for a start he took a liking to Emma, maybe that’s what.

I sighed deeply, dealing with teens is not an easy feat, Just look at Emma and me, she was angry at me, she barely said anything to me ever since her coming back home, I try to understand her but sometimes I don’t, the Emma I knew was something who didn’t like the attention or anything that has to do with pain or most likely danger, I have read her for the few months she has been here, but when it comes to that Devereaux heir all that goes out the window.

Ha, Emma... this was something I have not expected since she set foot in this town, I thought I might be able to shield her from all the supernatural craziness, but like I told her earlier, fate have other plans, she turned out to be a half-witch, witch blood who have had a relationship with a werelion, thank god she was human when that happened and her cycle was yet to find her, we have strict law here and meddling with a Devereaux was the crucial one. I hope she understands why this is meant to happen, why she can no longer see that werelion, she’s a part of us, part of the ancestors now, no matter what she cannot break that blood oath, I will make sure of it.

I made a turn and met the Secretary.

"He’s waiting for you miss Adams"

I gave a curt nod at her words and walked through the door closing it behind me. I strode into the wide office, with several rows of bookshelves behind. This building... The Head family building is very old and has all its aesthetic from decades ago. It was the first house of the head family, after all, passed for generations. It gave that old vibes and the designs it stayed with surprisingly... looked new like it was built the very week.

I set my eyes on Oliver Sherman, my clan leader and the head family itself, the very pure bloodline of warlocks and witches. I took a deep breath approaching him, Owen took most of his looks from him, both splitting images of each other, age does not show on this one, he was still as handsome as I recalled.

I cleared my throat for attention and also to stop my thoughts. He finally lifted his gaze from the pile of files he had on his table and set his honey brown eyes on me, a smile graced his lips, lighting up his features more.