The days go by, as Peter and I grow closer. Always walking around the house together, he is slowly getting his strength back. I’ve come to learn that he is very vague when it comes to his coven, still not telling me what I ask. Today would be the 4th day he has been inside the safe walls of my home. The storm is still brewing outside, my mom says it’s knocked over a few large trees near the entrance to our gate. The next couple hours I leave Peter to go practice my magic. Leaving him doesn’t sit right with me, but I have to go practice. It’s been two days since I have last practiced, and I need to get a handle on this, without Peters' help.
I see it there, floating, waiting for my to hold it. It calls to me like a piece of me wishing to be reconnected. Flashes of Peters orb fills my mind
