Chapter Twenty-Two - Sierra’s Story
TW; Death mentioned, Blood mentioned. Sierra has stopped trying to tug her arm from my grip. “Mates? What do you mean Mates?” “Come on, sit down and we’ll explain everything.” I say, pulling her over to the bed. She sits down, still looking skeptical. “Okay so, you’re definitely a Banshee like I am. Which I can help with. My mom trained me for years on how to control my powers.” I squat down in front of Sierra. The boys sit down on the floor, staying close to me. “But it seems like that’s all you know about. Which was my problem until last night. In the Supernatural world we have something called Destined Mates. The Gods basically hand pick the perfect Mate for you, a soulmate of sorts.” “Oh. How come you have two? And what do you mean supernatural world? Are there others like us?” S
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