Chapter Five
Ursula’s hands had gone white from holding the broom so tightly. Walter had stood up and left her life, probably for good, half an hour before but she couldn’t find the courage or strength to budge from her spot.
She slowly put the broom back, her hand still shaking badly. Was he really serious about the shifter thing? Was it some kind of weird... tribal deal she didn’t understand?
Ursula had never been superstitious. She did believe in spirits, but that was pretty much it. As a child, she loved reading about folklore, fairy tales and the like. She loved pretending that unicorns and fairies and witches existed, but she knew it was just made up stuff for kids to enjoy... right?
She put her hand on her stomach. She was barely showing; it amazed her how
the baby wasn’t even
