Third Person.
'Your father was a moon werewolf. ' She had revealed, bitterness clouding her voice.
' He was the only one who could have saved me. But he didn't. '
' In our witch culture, he could have been considered as my soul mate but not in your werewolf mate thing.' She had elaborated.
' Aside from deeply loving him, there was that connection between us, because we were both creatures of the moon..' Her voice, soft and far away, had flitted through the air, the bitterness in her spirit hard to miss.
' When I saved you and your mother, I was twenty-two years old then..I was weak, the curse had already started eating me up already.'
'The magic that I used to save you back then...' She had paused, a bitter laughter erupting from her spirit, cold and eerie, just like the vibes t
