Zelena.
“They’ll find her, Zelena, don’t worry” my mother said soothingly. I looked up at her and felt my face relax. I must have been frowning, lost in my worried thoughts. However, it wasn’t just that Whiskey ran away that I was worried about. I knew she’d come back, she has to, it’s destined. What’s playing on my mind is what happens after she comes back. The same line repeated in my head as I looked at my mother’s face. For peace to reign, only one can survive. One of us is destined to die. One of her daughters. Either me, or Whiskey. But which one?
Lunaya looked down at me with a warm and gentle smile. She is a good woman, I can see that now. I regret being so hard on her back when she told me the truth about who she really was. I was awful to her then. Even though that feels lik
