Jamie grew up in a tiny town far from the greater cities. Her parents died when she was four years old in an attack during a civil war for power. She was taken in by her aunts from her mother’s side. The aunts were strict and over protective but always loving and kind. Jamie had training everyday whether it were fighting tactics or spell casting no day held a dull moment. Her aunt Lidia was the eldest sister and a most powerful witch. Her hair was coal black that reached to her waist. Her height was average and her completion fair. She lead all spell teachings. Aunt Charlie short for Charlotte had red hair she favoured shorter for fighting. She was also a witch but her strengths were fighting and battle. She lost her mate when coming to find me the day of the battle. My aunts had a premonition about the war but were too late to save my parents. Upon finding me aunt Charlie’s husband shielded me from an ambush which resulted in his death. Aunt Charlie never blamed me if anything she saw me as a treasure blessed upon them. I was the child they both couldn’t have and I was loved and cherished for it. Aunt Charlie was adamant I knew how to fight and we’ve been training for over twelve years. I would be eighteen in two weeks and my aunts have told me after that it would be possible to find my mate. The possibility of finding my mate had me excited to no end. Who would he be? What he would look like? The feelings when finding your mate was explained to me of course but what did it feel like in reality? I never had fear or doubts about finding my very own mate who’d be devoted to only me as I him. My mother was a witch like her sisters but my dad was a wolf shunned from his pack because of his mate. His pack did not welcome mates from witches or vampires. I don’t know much about how my dad felt about that time in his life because I was so young before he perished. His pack has long been dismantled for crimes that were never disclosed to me. Apparently I would get my wolf on my birthday but only at the precise time of day I was born. I’m not sure how I’ll cope with another person in my mind but there’s a part of me that will feel close to my dad having a wolf like him. Breeds of my kind are not common and in earlier times my kind were killed. My power from magic makes me feel as though I have my mother coursing through my veins it will be nice when my wolf represents my dad to me. It’s only fitting to have all facets split between them considering it started with something as simple as my name. My dads was James my mom being amie which resulted in my name Jamie. I never really felt lonely until recently. I couldn’t even explain why the loneliness seeped in. I would go to sleep and wake with these overwhelming pangs of emptiness and sadness. I would dream of a man who was always ahead of me who never turned around. I could see his shoulders slumping but whenever he’d make the tiniest of moves I’d wake and feel sadness. I decided I’d walk to my thinking spot which wasn’t anything fancy of course but I felt free and safe being alone there sitting on a ledge next to the ocean. The aunts were still asleep as usual at this time in the morning the sun was only starting to threaten the morning rise as I ran to my place of calming. The sound of the small waves lulled me before I saw it through the trees and I reached it. I lay down on the ledge to look at the stars while listening to the water rolling over the beaches rocks. I loved this time of morning for my peace even the birds weren’t around to make a peep. I woke to the sun heating my face and I sat up to look around when I saw it a smooth rock with engravings sitting next to where I head rested not a few minutes ago. I looked around again but there wasn’t a sign of anything. I turned to pick up the rock and then I felt it. It was cold but it zapped me with a shiver of heat and I felt joy. What was this fascinating find? The feeling of contentment that washed over me was wonderful and I got up to return home